all the time

we are quiet all the time,
lost in it, drenched in it,
then watched it beat;
it slowly flutters away.

the room is quiet all the time,
and it contains me.
sometimes i can't see;
a song softly plays.

the world is quiet all the time,
white, blue, grey, teal.
it will gradually heal;
there is nothing more to say.

but the night is calm,
with small, quiet ponders
filled with wonders;
in more than a single way.