In the silent whispers of the night,
Where shadows dance with the moonlight,
The echoes of your laughter fade,
Leaving memories in the shade.

The world weeps in solemn grace,
For the emptiness of your place,
A void that time cannot heal,
A sorrow too deep to conceal.

The stars above, they seem to mourn,
For the soul that has been torn,
From the fabric of our days,
Lost in the eternal maze.

Yet in our hearts, you still reside,
A beacon in the endless tide,
Though death has claimed your living breath,
Your essence transcends the death.