Silence

Silence is not the absence of sound —

it is the space between breaths,

where the world slows down.

It lives in the pause before rain falls,

in the hush of old walls,

in the quiet after the song ends,

when only the heart listens.

It does not shout, does not demand,

but holds what words cannot:

the weight of what we did not say,

the soft hope of a new day.

In the noise that chases us everywhere,

silence is the air

that lets us finally hear

ourselves, clear and near.