The Silent Dancer

(Verse) In the realm of hush, a spirit's chant does swell, No lexicon nor gaze, yet the essence does compel. A mute ballet, in the fathomless deep, Cradles cosmos, in the arms of sleep. (Chorus) Behold the mime of dance, in tranquility's embrace, With a soul ablaze, in a silent, sacred space. They ascend in muted luminescence, above the fray, Embodying love's quietude, in an unsung ballet. (Verse 2) Where murmurs dissolve, and tender gestures reign, A hushed overture, a ballet in the arcane. Perceiving hues in the spectrum of the unseen, A tapestry invisible, yet equally keen. Their tread whispers soft, yet resounds through the void, In life's sotto voce, from the throng deployed. A symphony silent, a rhyme without decree, They savor each pulse, unbound by chronology. (Outro) A toast to the voiceless, with epics unvoiced, In their silent vigil, a grand narrative rejoiced. A sensory feast, unfelt, unheard, unseen, For the serene dwellers, in the quietude's demesne. (End) So here's to the silent ones, with stories left untold, For in their quiet presence, a great tale unfolds. A life of rich sensations, a tapestry so sleek, For the one who can't hear, see, or speak. A life of rich sensations, a tapestry so sleek, For the one who can't hear, see, or speak.