In the quietude of twilight’s embrace,
Where shadows merge and whispers fade,
There lies a symphony, soft and profound,
A melody woven from stillness unbound.

Silence, the maestro, conducts the air,
Each note a hushed breath, suspended there,
The rustle of leaves, a secret shared,
As moonlight weaves its silver strands.

Within this tranquil sanctuary, we find,
Echoes of forgotten dreams entwined,
The heartbeat of solitude, a sacred rhyme,
In the soundless expanse of endless time.

Listen closely, dear soul, to the void’s refrain,
For silence speaks volumes, though softly it came,
A canvas for introspection, where musings unfurl,
And the universe whispers secrets to the pearl.

So let us honor this quiet symphony,
Where absence sings, and presence is free,
In the sound of silence, we discover our core,
A timeless serenade, forevermore.