When they tell me,
You are quiet.
I change their thoughts,
Without changing me,
With the quietness,
that breathes in me.
It utters a lot more,
without lips moving,
Without yelling,
And spilling,
Without doing a lot.
It feels me more,
And to explore,
The voids within me.
It’s a gift,
Cause it’s a rare thing,
In a world moving,
Steadfast and loud.
And yet it breathes in me.
