In whispers soft, we find our way,
Through nights that fade to dawn,
A bridge of thoughts, a gentle sway,
In silence, we are drawn.

Words like rivers carve their path,
Through valleys deep and wide,
They carry dreams, they carry wrath,
With truth they do not hide.

Yet in the hush, where words do cease,
A deeper bond is found,
In quietude, we find our peace,
In stillness, love is crowned.

So let us dance, in speech or hush,
In rhythms old and new,
For in the art of words, we brush,
The essence of the true.