The Silent Symphony

In the stillness of the night,
When the world is fast asleep,
There’s a symphony that takes flight,
A melody that’s soft and deep.

It’s a song without a sound,
A tune that’s felt, but never heard.
A harmony that’s always found,
In the silence, undisturbed.

The silent symphony, it plays,
In the spaces in between.
In the moments, in the days,
Where no words can intervene.

It’s the rhythm of the breeze,
As it dances through the trees.
The gentle sway of leaves,
In a silent, sweet reprise.

It’s the pulse of falling rain,
On a windowpane at night.
The drip-drop, a soft refrain,
A lullaby of liquid light.

It’s the whisper of the stars,
As they shine up in the sky.
A cosmic song, from afar,
A silent symphony on high.

It’s the beat of lover’s hearts,
As they hold each other tight.
A passion that’s a work of art,
A symphony of pure delight.

In the silence, music thrives,
A language all its own.
It speaks to souls, it changes lives,
A power that’s seldom known.

For in the absence of all sound,
There’s a beauty to be found.
A symphony that’s pure and true,
A song that’s meant for me and you.

So listen, in the quiet hours,
To the music of the spheres.
Let the silent symphony’s powers,
Wash away your doubts and fears.

For in the stillness, we can find,
A peace that’s hard to define.
A melody that’s always there,
A symphony beyond compare.

And though the world may never know,
The songs that in the silence grow,
We’ll hold them close, within our hearts,
A symphony that never parts.

For in the quiet, we are whole,
A symphony within the soul.
A tune that plays, both night and day,
The silent symphony’s serenade.