This piece reads so smooth, @naquoya; may I ask if it is a refined stream of consciousness that brought it about? It almost seems a number of interlaced thoughts and meanings all trying to weave a greater tapestry, but only part of the tapestry is here.

I liked the notion of interacting with the ethereal you have sewn here in lines such as:

A language unknown to the touch
So I breathe

and,

Will my feet touch the ground,
Or the voice find its song?

along with the cyclical nature of all things, the clever tie in of our lead:

The language of silence
A whisper, no more

There is almost a tangible melody of melancholy ringing as a minor chord from your piece, @naquoya, but not of surrender, I think. There is a calm strength here, it's between the ethereal you have sewn, and comprehension that there is value and wisdom even in silence.

Thank you for the share.