The Beauty Of Silence Poem by Boledi R Petja

We connected through art,
But in the silence, I felt the words—
Not spoken, but understood.
It was in the quiet hum of a video call,
Where a gaze lingered,
Like a painter studying a canvas before the first stroke.

There's a way some people fill a space—
Not with noise, but with presence.
A power in quiet,
A strength in the stillness between us.

I find myself wondering,
What do you hear when I say nothing?
Is it the same thing I hear when you speak—
A language that goes beyond words,
A connection not bound by time or sound?

For in the silence, we are not empty,
But full. Full of the art we create,
Full of the stories we haven't told,
Full of the space between the lines,
Where souls seem to meet.

It's like the moment before a brush touches the canvas,
When the world holds its breath,
And we are just two beings,
Quietly listening to the rhythm of each other's thoughts.

I think we both know this space—
Where words are unnecessary,
Where the silence is loud enough
To fill every gap between us
With something unspoken, but understood.

The beauty of silence
Is that it doesn't need to be anything more.
It's enough just to be—
Two souls, connecting in a way that's not rushed,
Not demanding,
But simply… there.

I'll stay in this silence a little longer,
Because somehow,
It speaks louder than any words ever could.