This piece reads so smooth, @naquoya; may I ask if it is a refined stream of consciousness that brought it about? It almost seems a number of interlaced thoughts and meanings all trying to weave a greater tapestry, but only part of the tapestry is here.
I liked the notion of interacting with the ethereal you have sewn here in lines such as:
A language unknown to the touch
So I breathe
and,
Will my feet touch the ground,
Or the voice find its song?
along with the cyclical nature of all things, the clever tie in of our lead:
The language of silence
A whisper, no more
There is almost a tangible melody of melancholy ringing as a minor chord from your piece, @naquoya, but not of surrender, I think. There is a calm strength here, it's between the ethereal you have sewn, and comprehension that there is value and wisdom even in silence.
Thank you for the share. 
Thank you for your detailed and thoughtful comment. I would say that this is definitely a stream of consciousness here. The word choices offered seemed to speak as i sat down to write, so they were well chosen, and allowed a theme to emerge. I'm very glad that this spoke clearly to you, and you could see the connection between ideas and imagery here.