In the shadows of his gaze, I linger
A whisper of a dream, a fleeting figure
No matter how I strive, I falter
Beneath his expectations, I wither.

My heart beats a rhythm of despair
Trying to match the song he plays
Yet each note I offer, met with silence
In his symphony, I am mere dissonance.

His love, a star in the sky so high
While I dwell in the depths below
My wings, clipped by the weight of worth
Never soaring, just surviving the blow.

I am a canvas of forgotten colors
In his gallery of vibrant dreams
Forever painting, yet never seen
A silent echo, in his world of gleam.