The Quiet

there is something to be said
for those who go unspoken
and there is something to be read
for those who do not read
and there are whispers to be carried
for those shy enough to whisper them
but there is nothing to be said
of those who see it all,
and yet they speak it all,
or of those who have read it all,
and strive to tell it all,
and least of all those who boast,
and desire that the world look upon them,
for it is the tales unread
that are the greatest
and the words unsaid
that are the bravest
and the world itself moves in the quiet,
and it breathes in the quiet,
and there are those who thrive in the quiet,
and this shall forever be their world