In the hallowed halls of silence, where echoes dance and play,
Whispers of reverence linger, in the stillness of the day.
Empty pews bear witness, to the quietude profound,
A cathedral filled with secrets, in the hush, they can be found.
The sound of solitude reverberates, through each lofty nave,
As if the walls themselves tell tales, of pilgrims bold and brave.
The echoes of silence, a symphony so pure,
Majestic in its stillness, a melody to endure.
In this sacred sanctuary, where time stands still and clear,
The echoes of silence resound, to all who seek to hear.
The whispers of the past, the hopes of future cast,
In the empty cathedral, where reverence will forever last.