All along with you, 
Both the sounds and the silence converge. 

The music of your still vocals, 
Always beat a rhythm in my heart.

The sounds of swaras are none;
But the finest sounds of your walk matter.

The words may not always need the company of sound. 

Sometimes, to express the feelings,
Maybe the silence of a blink is enough.

And sometimes, 
Conversing can be done within our souls.
I once thought silence walks much through the dark.

But you showed me beyond doubt that:
It reigns over the bright and the peace.