In the quiet of the night,
A whisper gently flows,
Words like a river’s light,
In silence, wisdom grows.

Ears tuned to the music,
Of voices soft and clear,
Each note, a gentle magic,
A melody we hold dear.

Listening, a sacred art,
Where echoes find their way,
Through the chambers of the heart,
In the silence, we sway.

Understanding blooms within,
In the spaces words create,
A symphony beneath the skin,
In listening, we relate.