Dance of the Silent

Silence dances across my den,

In the night.
Mute silhouettes.
Invisible shadows.

If you are quiet,
You can hear.
He’ll slither along your spine
And resonate in your ear.

A graceful dance
From the beyond
Tinged with colors
From my paint palette

At the darkest hour
Or at the brightest minute,
He dances,
For those who are
Willing to wait.

Silence dances,
At the death of car honks
And whistle blows.
At the death of fallacy
And blaring echoes.