In the hollow's tender breath it weaves, Silence flutters but swiftly leaves; Echoes dance in empty halls, A gentle murmur as it falls. Soft as dusk that bids adieu, Silence hums its lonely hue; In its wake, a whispered song, The lingering notes where shadows long. Silence’s parting, an unseen breeze, Steals the calm, the quiet ease; With a sigh, it fades away, What sound it makes, we cannot say.