An unheard whisper

dissolves in the air,

swallowed

by darkness.

Its nullified sound—

heard no longer—

as the sun hides away,

turning color into black.

Gone is music,

noise,

and laughter.

Palpable is the quiet.

Emptiness I can feel—

like the day has died,

left the moon in mourning,

hiding its bright light,

turning the world

on mute.