Soundless

How can you touch my soul  
without uttering a single word?  
   
Not through ghostly whispers  
or distant telepathic signals—  
but through a silent embrace,  
from the vast, echoing void  
where thoughts etch themselves  
onto the canvas of my heart.  
   
Is it you who whispers to me  
across the boundless expanse,  
where serenity drapes us  
from the crown of my head  
to the tips of my toes?  
You ask, “Do you love me?”  
In that instant, trembling,  
I stammered, “I—I—I love you.”  
   
Beyond the realm of meditation,  
your presence flows like an unseen hand,  
bridging heart to heart,  
soul to soul,  
in a silent, unified dance