Sweet silence speaks

At the brink of the midnight

             When every mortal sleeps

When voices turn their faces

             Then the sweet silence speaks

With the onset of the moonlight

             Slowly deserting the streets

When the noises are duped

             Then the sweet silence speaks

When the zephyrs are high

             At the snow covered peaks

And the voices get numb

             Then the sweet silence speaks

I desperately wait to meet her

             Through days and all through the weeks

I really die to hear her voice

             And then the sweet silence speaks

Through an edge of a dream

             When my sweety slowly peaks

All of a sudden I wake up

             When the sweet silence speaks