In the quiet whispers of the night,
Your verses echo through the time,
A poet’s soul in endless flight,
With every word, a gentle chime.

Through the fog of existential dread,
You painted skies of deep despair,
Yet in your gloom, a light was shed,
A beauty rare beyond compare.

The world may never understand,
The depth of sorrow in your heart,
Yet we are drawn, like grains of sand,
To the ocean of your art.

O Jaun Elia, through your pain,
We find a solace and a guide,
In every loss, in every gain,
Your spirit walks, forever by our side.