Words dance upon the gentle breeze,
Connecting souls with subtle ease.
In silence, hearts begin to speak,
Bridging the gaps we often seek.

The moonlight casts its silver glow,
On tales of old, as whispers flow.
Unseen threads that weave our fate,
In every message we create.

Echoes of laughter, sighs, and tears,
Traverse the space between our fears.
With every note, a bond is spun,
A symphony of hearts as one.

In shadows deep, or morning light,
Communication takes its flight.
Beyond mere words, a dance of souls,
In endless dialogue, it unfolds.