To be silent
is to let the world speak
in its own breath-
the hush between heartbeats,
the pause before dawn.

It is the moment
when the wind forgets its path
and the leaves
wait
without question.

Silence does not beg
for understanding.
It holds space-
for the unfinished,
fir sorrow,
for wonder.

A child's stare,
the stillness of stone,
the eyes that know
but choose not to answer.

To be silent
is not absence,
but presence
without noise.
A truth
that doesn't need
to be said.