Here is a short passage from Symphony of Solitude — one of the moments where silence becomes its own kind of language.

« He did not know that Mary was reading his words.
And Mary did not know that he was smiling.

But somewhere, beyond the reach of time and place,
their hearts beat in harmony, their feelings spoke in silence,
as though joy itself was flowing through the ether between souls. »

— Raphaël Zéla
SYMPHONY OF SOLITUDE