When night leans in with velvet hands,
And hushes all the day’s demands,
A gentle calm begins to rise,
Like silver breath beneath the skies.

The world slows down, the shadows sway,
Soft echoes drift from far away,
And in the stillness, hearts can hear
The thoughts that hide when noise is near.

So linger here, where silence blooms,
Where moonlight paints the empty rooms,
And let the quiet softly show
The parts of you you rarely know.