More empty space, it's his job to fill,
The untrodden grounds, that's caused my joy to kill.
Who ever he is, he's still to be found,
My life's silenced song, he'll make beautifully sound.
His heart, the rhythm of my melody, his sweet breaths: the hums that set my soul free.
His voice, a low cello that nests in my ear, with confidence drowning my doubts and my fears.
Much like soft songs that reach a sad end, the loss in my heart you never will mend.
My lusting heart hangs with longing pursuit, for my sorrowful song was put on a painful mute.
