It was not the absence of all sound
nor utter stillness of the living world
but more a lull that settled to the ground
like mists at sunset by a quiet mere
naked whispers drifting lightly curled
above inverted views of twilight hues
slowly dimming as the stars appeared
It was the fullness of bansuri strains
echoed back from distant points and coves
floating over long collected rains
cradled by the roots of oaks and elms
to sift like drizzle through the many groves
that rose along the banks in varied ranks
branches dipped in enigmatic realms
It was the full moon rising from the shapes
of pines across a mirror slightly marred
by ripples ringing out from furtive scrapes
against a plane where light and darkness merged
who pondered her reflection ghostly shard
that sunk at pace beneath her starry wreath
as hidden woodland rustles eased and surged
Adding your comment:
But this was just... anything but. It made me smile. There was so much emotion and vivid imagery... I could feel the passion you were expressing when you wrote this. 
