Through the corridors of time, his words still echo,
A melancholic serenade, in shadows they glow.
Verses that dance with sorrow, yet so profound,
In the realm of emotions, where his presence is found.

The moonlight whispers secrets of his pain,
In every stanza, a story, in every line, the rain.
His thoughts, a labyrinth, where many lose their way,
Yet in his wisdom, the lost find a place to stay.

Under the stars, his poetry unfolds,
Each word a treasure, each line pure gold.
A philosopher, a lover, a soul so deep,
Through his writings, his legacy we keep.

Jaun Elia, a name etched in the sands of rhyme,
His verses timeless, untouched by time.
In the silence of the night, his voice still calls,
In the world of poetry, he forever stands tall.