Soundless Sound

In the aftermath of tumultuous nights, a silence emerges, vast and profound,
Where once there thrummed a relentless cadence, now rests a hallowed ground.
The weight of creation, heavy yet sweet, lifts like mist at dawn's first light,
Revealing a canvas, untouched and pure, where once was struggle, now sheer delight.

In the quiet, the world stretches infinite, a realm unbounded, a dream unfurled,
Between every breath, a universe dances, in the void where stars are swirled.
The heartbeat of possibility, in that space between now and the next,
Is the song of freedom, the call of the void, a melody both haunting and complex.

In this interlude of infinite wonder, the maker stands, both lost and found,
For in the aftermath of creation's storm, lies the profound beauty of soundless sound.