In the quiet moments
there lies a restlessness,
an unspoken desire
weaving through the tapestry
of neurons and dreams,
forming echoes that resonate
in the chambers of solitude.

Listen closely,
for within silence
brilliance flickers,
imponderable and vivid,
a canvas painted with
the hues of thought,
the shadows of time.

These echoes, they linger,
reflections of a world unseen,
whispers of what could be
if the soul dared to speak.
Rest, yet restless,
a brilliant silence
yearning to be heard.