BrainPandora - Poem Details

27 Nov 2025

The Symphony of Silence

Verse I

In the hush that holds the sky so high,

A silver hush lets every sorrow fly,

Leaves script the night with a soft, slow glow,

And all the restless hours bow down below.

Verse II

Empty halls breathe out a patient score,

Where footfalls fade and meaning asks for more,

Each pause becomes a viol's quiet plea,

A tender tide that sways the heart like sea.