I sit silent in the graveyard, The wind gently flows through the trees, I hear the silent whisper. Silent whisper it touches my cheek like a lovers kiss. My soul is ever searching ever seeking out, that which is lost. A silent whisper can mean many things, to many people. A gift left there forever branded on my skin. I savor each moment each silent whisper, Draw them in taste them, embrace the essence. Silent whispers turn into radiant song, A lost soul finds where it belongs.