A hush that lingers, yet it sways,
An unseen pulse in empty space.
No voice, no whisper, yet it calls,
A soundless sound that softly falls.
Through hollow halls of midnight deep,
It stirs the air, it makes things weep.
Not bound by walls, nor caged by time,
It moves like breath, like ghosts in rhyme.
It bends around the edge of thought,
A shadow cast, yet never caught.
It hums through voids where echoes die,
Yet lives anew in the mind’s eye.
A silence vast, yet full of weight,
A shiver felt, an echoed fate.
It speaks in ways we cannot hear,
Yet fills the soul with soundless fear.
A pause between the worlds we know,
A sigh of stars in cosmic flow.
Not still, not dead—forever free,
A silence shaped by memory.