In the quiet room where shadows play,
A gentle whisper calls my name;
The echoes of your love remain,
As time takes you away.

Your eyes, once bright with morning’s glow,
Now softly dim, like evening’s sky;
Yet in their depths, a warmth abides,
A love that does not die.

Hands that held my fears at bay,
Now rest in peaceful slumber’s grace;
Yet in my heart, your strength survives,
A guiding star in endless space.

Though silence holds your voice at bay,
Its memory lingers, sweet and clear;
In every beat, your love resounds,
A melody I’ll always hear.