In the quiet corners of his mind,
Where shadows dance and whispers bind,
John Elia found his voice so rare,
A soul laid bare, without a care.

Through verses deep and lines so bold,
His melancholy stories told,
Of love and loss, of dreams that fade,
In ink and paper, his heart was laid.

The world he saw, a place so vast,
Yet in his words, the moments passed,
A fleeting glimpse of joy and pain,
In every stanza, life’s refrain.

So let us cherish what he gave,
The poet’s heart, so true and brave,
In every line, his essence stays,
John Elia’s life, in endless praise.