In the hush where others chase the roar, I walk a quieter shore.No crash of waves, no thunder’s call, yet every footstep speaks it all. I read the world in light and motion,lips that shape the heart’s devotion,hands that bloom like sudden wings,telling stories sound never brings.Silence is not an empty room,it is a garden where colors bloom.Here, I am  never lost—i listen with the deeper cost of eyes that see what ears ignore,and find the music at the core.