Dance in Silence

The whisper of broken clouds, slow and subtle,
grazes the heart of stars in a fragile embrace.
A storm’s murmur is lost among falling lights,
like a secret whispered through distant planets.
In the silence that wraps the sky at noon,
the invisible dance becomes a melody of gift,
the tempest paints the air with steps of wind,
rapid, light, a song of moments extinguished.