Garden of Silences

The dust of hours falls from a broken hourglass,
small lights of wind that graze the time.
Every grain silences a day, awakens a memory,
and pushes the sand to bend into a thread of seed.
From hidden soil sprouts a secret garden of silence,
leaves that ask for nothing, only to listen.
Here the noise has become an unheard voice,
and present time flowers, discreetly, without sounds.