The Silent Symphony

In the silence of a world asleep,

Where dreams in shadows softly creep,

There lies a symphony, unheard, unknown,

Composed of whispers, where hearts are sown.

Each note a memory, tender and bright,

Of moments lived in love's pure light.

Yet in the stillness, they gently fade,

Like echoes lost in a twilight glade.

The melody of sorrow, sweet and low,

Intertwines with joy, as rivers flow.

In this dance of time, we find our place,

A fleeting step in an endless space.

The silent symphony, it plays on still,

Through every heart, through every will.

A reminder that in each quiet breath,

Lies the song of life, defying death.