Symphony of life, once vivid and alive,
drained of the last drop of will to just survive.
Melody tuned with surpassing delight,
dark cast aside in the brilliance of love’s might.
And sorrows darted fast as rapids o’er a fall,
the cries are lost in the roar of advent’s call.
A petal drifts in the whistling wind of tears,
echoing a minor key of cheers turned to fears.
Black and white keys, a polished wooden frame
sonata of a moving chord that has been deemed lame.
Orchestrating mysteries of yet unrevealed woe,
tossed by wind of misery violent, to and fro.