And sometimes there’s nothing there

And sometimes there’s nothing there but a pen and some paper. Somebody has to have no words to say.
Someone has to understand what silence means. Somebody knows why they don’t need to exist out loud. All the time. Constant humming doesn’t always make for a beautiful sound.
But this someone, do they have a name? Do they go around telling people about the religion of silence? Is it that amazing that all should experience the peace of nothing?

Why do I ask such questions?