In the shadows of the quiet night,
Words dance like fireflies in flight,
Silent echoes in the breeze,
Carrying secrets through the trees.
Each syllable a gentle sigh,
A soft murmur drifting by,
Unspoken tales the heart imparts,
Binding souls with unseen arts.
The silent letters of the soul,
Craft stories that make us whole,
In the gaps where silence lay,
Words find a gentle way.
Through whispers in the darkened hours,
Words bloom like midnight flowers,
In the hush, their power grows,
Transforming silence as it flows.