The Melody of Life

The Melody of Life

In the shadows of an empty night,

a brush dances upon the cold canvas.

The eyes that weep, the soul that cries,

pain transforms into infinite colors.

Music echoes in sorrowful chords,

time is lost in memories and dreams.

Fingers glide upon the strings of life,

a deep echo, a hidden wound.

In the worn pages of an old diary,

lies the secret of a lonely heart.

Each word, a silent whisper,

each verse, a desolate love.

But in sadness, art is reborn,

like the sun that persists and always shines.

Pain dissolves, becoming song,

lost love finds forgiveness.

And so life goes on, in tones of poetry,

in art that heals, in pain that enlightens.

Between shadows and light, the path is remade,

where sadness turns into enchantment.