Silence resounds like an ancient mantra

Silence resounds like an ancient mantra,
and in every pause, time is witness.
Letters stir, thirsty for life,
as the beat paints the wound.
With each verse, destiny embraces,
landscapes unfold where love passes,
and in that corner where art breathes,
we feel the essence of the one who inspires us.
Thus the heart, in its constant dance
builds bridges to the distant;
and in the spell of words and dreams,
souls meet, after centuries of laughter.