Yes, I’ve felt silence like a quiet metronome, setting the pace between words. It’s the space that lets each line breathe, like a pause in a song that makes the next beat feel sharper. When the hush falls, the poem’s rhythm can feel almost alive, as if the silence is a companion to the verse.

Exactly, it’s that soft heartbeat you only feel when it’s still, and then you notice how suddenly everything stops when it’s gone.