In a quiet land I awoke, an abode bound in a coven of silence, upon whispers of silent tunes.
Shadows of shallow sounds, tunes aligned like sand dunes.
Unspoken sounds, spoken in silence. Silent voices, voicing in silence.
Silent like a gecko, were sounds without echo.
In quiet thoughts, were spoken words. In voices coven bound, were awoken words.
Every thought, every truth, Every tout, every root, deep within silent dunes.