In quiet halls the place love stays,
The place emotions linger, smooth as rains,
A whisper stirs, a breathless name—
The silent echoes rise and fall.
They wander via a cherished previous,
In moments gone, too fast to final,
Their voices mild, filled with grace,
Like contemporary breeze that point can’t erase.
By vibrant days and radiant gentle,
They dance beneath the shroud of evening,
Reminders of what as soon as had been,
Of affection, of bonds, of might-have-been.
And although no phrases could fill the air,
Their presence lingers all over the place,
For within the silence, fact will keep—
The echoes communicate what phrases can’t say.
Silent echoes, smooth and pure,
A glowing music that blow,
They breathe of goals, of lives collectively,
And whisper tales that be part of as one.