In the quiet hum of whispered winds,
Lies a language only hearts can hear.
The gentle rustle of unseen leaves,
A melody woven through the soul.

Each pause, a pregnant breath of thought,
Where meaning blooms in silent spaces.
Words unsaid, yet deeply known,
A tapestry of hidden grace.

Listening, an art of gentle trust,
Where eyes meet and understanding flows.
The world slows down, moments stretch,
As we embrace the unseen songs.

In the echoes of the voiceless night,
Lies a story waiting to unfold.
With open hearts, we learn to hear,
The beauty in the quiet tones.