It is empty
I hear
nothing
The sound we love
Your music
playing in the soft, fragrant night
I used to hear the sound
knowing you were
just there
right there
Across the distance
in the night
I hear
the sound of your heartstring
in the melody
weaving in and out of the cold balcony
I used to couch under
listening to you
our heartstrings
Where is the sound today?
The silence is oppressing
the air is too still
On the cold, stony balcony
the moonlight casting shadow
of our bygone melody
Silence, heartbreak, empty nights
The sound of your heartstring
the music in the night
so vivid in my memories
so silent in the air tonight
Silence
invading
the soft, still, silent, empty nights
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What a beautiful poem I really loved this part 'The sound of your heartstring the music in the night so vivid in my memories so silent in the air tonight'