The Sound of Silence

29 Dec 2025

Even stars bow softly to that quiet night

Soft breaths hold the last thin city light

And shadows learn to cradle trembling light

The air keeps its secret, listening to the sound

Thoughts settle, rooted deep as patient ground

Words drift away like leaves upon that ground

It folds the restless tides and calls them peace

Sorrows unwind their knots and find release

In listening's hush the weary world finds release