Silent whispers in the wind, A world wrapped in a silent shroud, Where words are seen, not heard, And silence speaks loud. A language of hands and eyes, Where gestures tell a tale, A vibrant, wordless symphony, In a world of soundless gale. No melody of birdsong, No laughter's joyful sound, But in the silence, beauty thrives, In stillness, peace is found. The rhythm of my heartbeat, The dance of fingertips, A silent song of resilience, In a world where silence grips. But in the realm of quiet, I find a voice unique, A spirit strong, a soul alive, In silence, I speak.
