I stand here, facing you, though you remain unseen,
A silent congregation, a hushed, imagined scene.
Your faces, hidden, yet I sense your gaze,
Your thoughts unspoken, like whispered, distant haze.
I speak, but not to them, to you, a single soul,
A phantom listener, a story yet untold.
In my words, I search for echoes of your heart,
A shared experience, a moment set apart.
For though you stand unseen, I feel your presence here,
A phantom audience, dispelling every fear.
In this silent dialogue, our souls commune and blend,
A silent symphony, where words transcend.
I speak to you, to you alone, in this silent hall,
Though others may be present, you stand above them all.
A silent confidant, a whispered understanding,
A shared journey, a bond everlasting.
So listen closely, dear unseen, to every word I say,
For in this silent space, our souls forever stay.
Though you remain unknown, I feel your presence near,
A silent audience, my thoughts held ever dear.