The Echo of Silence

I.
Concrete canyons rise,
A cacophony of steel and glass,
Yet within this urban maelstrom,
A lone figure stands, an island of quiet.

II.
Horns blare, sirens wail,
The city’s relentless heartbeat,
But in the mind’s sanctum,
Silence blooms like a night-flowering cereus.

III.
Footsteps on pavement,
A thousand stories in motion,
While inner thoughts whisper,
Soft as dust settling on forgotten dreams.

IV.
Neon signs scream their messages,
Billboards shout in visual static,
But the soul’s voice is mute,
A blank canvas amidst the color.

V.
Subway rumbles beneath,
The earth’s mechanical growl,
Yet in this solitary moment,
Stillness stretches vast as the cosmos.

VI.
In the city that never sleeps,
Silence becomes a rebellion,
A quiet revolution of the self,
Echoing louder than any urban roar.