In the quiet corners of the mind,
Where the world fades to a gentle hum,
Lives a soul with whispers kind,
In solitude, where thoughts become.

Beneath the moon’s soft, silver glow,
A heart beats in a silent dance,
Seeking solace in the ebb and flow,
Of dreams and quiet happenstance.

The world outside may never see,
The depth within this silent sea,
For in the shadows, one is free,
To be the self, to simply be.

So cherish not the loud and bold,
But the gentle, quiet, introspect,
For in the silence, truth is told,
And in the stillness, one reflects.