Echoes Unheard

Echoes Unheard

Echoes Unheard
In the stillness where silence breathes,
Hidden harmonies weave beneath the eaves.
A soft symphony played in the quiet of the mind,
Where whispers wander, and shadows unwind.
The hush holds a heavy, haunting tune,
Notes float forth under the watchful moon.
Each pause pregnant with the potential to speak,
Yet choosing instead a silence unique.
Listen to the sound of the silent,
In the calm, where chaos is defiant.
Echoes unheard in the quiet air,
Songs unsung, a spectral affair.
In the void, vibrations linger latent,
A ballet of breaths, soft and patient.
The rustle of leaves, the creak of the floor,
Sounds swallowed whole, yearning for more.
A murmur masked as a midnight sigh,
The clock’s tick a whispered lullaby.
Every beat a story untold,
In the quiet, these mysteries unfold.
Listen to the sound of the silent,
In the calm, where chaos is defiant.
Echoes unheard in the quiet air,
Songs unsung, a spectral affair.
Silent symphonies surge and swell,
In the depths of the night, where thoughts compel.
The brush of fabric, the breeze through a crack,
Subtle serenades of the things we lack.
A dance of digits across the skin,
A silent scream from within.
The pulse of the night in a lover’s caress,
In the silence, emotions undress.
Listen to the sound of the silent,
In the calm, where chaos is defiant.
Echoes unheard in the quiet air,
Songs unsung, a spectral affair.
In the hush of the holding, the world takes a breath,
A moment suspended between life and death.
The silence a canvas, vast and profound,
In the quiet, where the lost are found.