You don't raise your voice,
yet the world seems to listen.
Each word, calm as morning light,
carefully placed, never rushed,
as if you're afraid to break the silence
that shelters the soul.
There's something in the way you speak,
soft-spoken, steady,
as if your thoughts are music,
and your heart, the composer.
Even the air leans closer
just to hear you breathe between lines.
Your mind, oh! how it shines.
A quiet brilliance,
not loud or proud,
but the kind that hums beneath the surface,
like stars that guide without demanding eyes.
You talk, and i listen,
not because i have to,
but because every sentence
feels like a prayer whispered to my chest.
You make intelligence feel kind,
and kindness feel infinite.
Even the simplest things you say
stay with me long after you're gone.
Because you don't need to speak loudly
to be remembered,
you just need to be.