White Noise

When words elude and silence reigns,
A quiet void where thoughts remain.
The mind, a canvas, blank and still,

No whispers left the space to fill.

Yet in the hush, a beauty lies,
A pause within the endless skies.
For in the void, new seeds are sown,
Where silence speaks, and dreams are grown. 

I cherish moments, void of sound,
Where peace and calm are gently found. 
For when the words return once more,

They'll carry depth not known before.