In the depths of quiet nights,
Words whisper through the air,
Carving stories into the silence,
Leaving echoes everywhere.
They dance on the lips of dreamers,
Weaving tapestries of thought,
Binding hearts with unseen strings,
In realms where truth is sought.
Words can mend a broken spirit,
Or tear a soul apart,
They carry the weight of sorrows,
Or the lightness of an art.
In the end, when all is fleeting,
And silence seeks to reign,
Words will leave their lasting mark,
In memoryâs gentle frame.