The Last Thing I Expected Was Silence

I waited for an answer,

a note to rise, to carry the weight

Of every word left unsaid.

But the air did not tremble,

No strings shivered under unseen hands,

No echoes bent back toward me—

Just stillness, unyielding.

Even the wind refused to hum.

I thought endings had a sound,

a fading harmony, a breath between chords,

But silence is sharper than a song—

It does not fade, it swallows.

And I, who once sang without fear,

Now only listen to the nothing it left behind.