How can you express the beauty of silence in song?

If I wrote a song about silence, what would it sound like?

How can I express the power of empty space on canvas?

Would a single speck on a white canvas best convey it? Is it more
effective than an explosion of colour?

I dont know, but its fun to think about!

Words fail! Worse than life. If i were to describe to you in words
what i saw and felt when I couldn't stop staring out the window of the
plane that night, IT WOULD FAIL. It would fail because these are just
words. The poem without a name or any words sits in my head, and I
want you to hear it. That you can never hear it; THIS is my torture.

Words fail.

I step back.
I step back and there are too many things left.
There's no way I could count them!
But I cant do what you do, either.
I won't ignore them. I won't ignore them because I dont know how. So I
just sit and watch... Learning how to better describe what exactly
they are, what they mean, why they make me obsess.

And I was writing another poem
And I looked up and saw beauty
Walking towards me-a blue car honked at her as it drove past.
"showtime!" screamed my body, moving me towards Goodlooking Mode. The
moment came- she smiled, confirming my ideas of what kind of beauty
she was. 5 seconds pass after we intersect, she is behind me.

I turn, walk backwards, a dirty perverted theif stealing a long, slow
gaze; she gets smaller.

Turn around! Wait, don't!
She doesn't hear my thoughts so she just keeps walking. Now my hands
are out, I'm blowing silent kisses on deaf ears; onlookers think i''m
crazy.

Water water everywhere
And not a drop to drink
If all the people in this world
Had only stopped to think
That we need it available
For all of us to drink
We wouldn't waste it quite so much
On toilet, kitchen and Sink.

V

V

Walking out for a while because I need to get back to that good
feeling. Feeling like my chest wants something, but it cant tell me.
It can only ache. Ache is not the right word. Its not sad, but I never
liked how we only have words like happy and sad to describe feelings
which are both and neither. Neither I nor you neccecarily need new
norms; noxious naked notions of a New Normal need not nuke our niceties.