No hush, no noise....

no hush, no noise

I hear the silence

moving past my face

in this usual night

where some effects remain unusual

but still the leaves quiver

to some unheard songs

those are yet to be sung;

no, it’s not the breeze

nor the nightingale

preparing to croon

for this stillness carry its words

within, and chant

with the departure

of the unknown.