The Loud Sound of Silence

The Loud Sound of Silence

In the quietude of twilight’s embrace, Where shadows merge and whispers trace, The silence blooms, a symphony untold, Its notes woven in threads of moonlight gold.

Within its hush, secrets find their rest, Echoes of forgotten dreams, unexpressed, A language of absence, profound and deep, Where heartbeats pause, and sorrows sleep.

The rustle of leaves, a soft refrain, As nightfall weaves its mystical skein, Stars shimmer like tears in cosmic eyes, And silence dances, veiled in disguise.

Yet, within its stillness, galaxies collide, Universes birthed, destinies implied, The quietude holds both void and creation, A paradoxical hymn of cosmic elation.

So listen, dear soul, to the silent song, Where solitude and wonder both belong, For in the loud sound of silence, we find, The universe’s heartbeat—an eternal bind.