Beneath the Quiet

Beneath the Quiet

No echoes in the room,
No thunder, no bloom.
Just a breath that lingers low,
And all the things I’ll never show.

Beneath the quiet, I remain,
Far from the noise, far from the pain.
No voice, no sound, just open sky —
And silence humming softly by.

No ticking of the time,
No reason, no rhyme.
Just stillness sitting next to me,
A gentle kind of company.

Beneath the quiet, I can feel
The parts of me I used to seal.
No fear, no fight, no mask to wear —
Just silence holding all the air.

Not lost, not found,
Just here without a sound.
No answers now to chase —
Just silence wrapped in grace.

Beneath the quiet, I am whole,
No echo, just a resting soul.
No storm to face, no need to flee —
The silence simply… letting me be.