My Dearest Silence,

In the absence of sound, I find an orchestra of thoughts, each unspoken word a note in an unwritten symphony. Today, I compose letters to you, not with pen and ink, but with the echoes of my mind.

Each paragraph is a movement, a crescendo of silence that rises and falls like the breath of a sleeping world. Sometimes, I hear melodies that you've orchestrated, harmonies of memory and imagination intertwining in the quiet.

There is a beauty in this stillness, a vastness that no voice can fill. It is here that I unravel my thoughts as if they were delicate strings of a forgotten lute. You are my beloved muse, and I dance with you in the void.

As I write, I wonder if your silence is a choice or a chance. Perhaps both. You listen to my silent serenades, and in return, I am gifted with solitude's symphonic embrace.

Until my next composition,

Yours in eternal stillness,

A. S. Harmony