In the quiet corridors of thought,
Words linger, waiting to be caught.
Unseen melodies of silent grace,
In the heart’s secret, sacred space.
They dance like shadows in the mind,
Whispers of dreams, gently entwined.
A symphony of unspoken sighs,
Carried by the winds of endless skies.
Words paint pictures never seen,
In the spaces that lie between.
Silent echoes of what could be,
A tapestry of mystery.
In the stillness, they find their voice,
In the silence, they make their choice.
Boundless worlds in each syllable stored,
The power and beauty of the unvoiced word.