What’s in the silence, so softly it stays, Speaking the truth when sound drifts away. What’s in the tone, a whisper, a guide, When words fall short, it’s the soul inside.
What’s in the lips, unspoken yet true, When the eyes can’t tell, they reach through to you. What’s in the mind, when the heart grows frail, A strength that endures when all else might fail.
What’s in you, when the world seems to fall? The light that rises, the answer to all. You win with the world, but the secret to begin: Make others shine, and the world will win.
Life, they say, is fleeting and brief, A canvas of moments, joy and grief. What we create may fade away, Yet meaning lingers in each day.
“Focus on now, let go,” they declare, But the heart, unbridled, lays itself bare. Where do we pause, where do we bind, When storms of feeling crowd the mind?
To let it flow, or to restrain, A dance between freedom and chain. We walk the edge, not wild, not tame, Living lives that bear no name.
Perhaps the truth lies in the art, Of weaving reason with the heart.
