Pages whispered through the row
Spines stood still like ancient snow
Soles made hush along the floor
Knowledge leaned on every door
Lamps cast halos on unread thought
Air held centuries softly caught
Mind felt larger in the hush
Heart found clarity in the crush
Crowded city loud and grand
Yet here silence took command
Every shelf a beating chest
Every seat a place to rest
Cities heal in books and breath
Quiet saves from endless depth
Those who listen to the page
Learn to soften age by age