When the world is too absorbed into enchanted canvas and
Everybody jostling, high spirited running for the global rat -race
Engrossed much into the 'chatters' and the 'blabbers' to what they say,' keeps me going'.
Being their day active and their 'daily matters' matter them than the most and
It's the same canvas world that allow me my space to be with 
Silence is what keeps my hearbeat alive, through to the blood to my brain
Silence is what lets me be with my space to voice for my universe 
And speak for those who exactly feels the pain
The actual pain that comes with not 'blabbering more'
Silence is a louder for my ideas to dive into my canvas of universe
So, the night becomes the active day for me to pull it off, 
The time, when my ideas takes shape of universe and lets me embrace my human flaws
That is strong enough, and perhaps more louder to heal the souls across the enchanted canvas of universe!!!

Yes, its my kind of silence, bet me, you won't comprehend too easily.