In the shadowed corridors of his mind,
Where echoes of sorrow softly hum,
Jaun Elia weaves his words unconfined,
A tapestry where silence and pain become one.

His verses dance on the edge of despair,
Each line a longing, profound and deep,
In the quiet night, his soul laid bare,
Where forgotten dreams in solitude weep.

With ink-stained hands, he crafts his art,
A reflection of a world unseen,
In every verse, a piece of his heart,
Yearning for truths that lie in between.

Oh, the universe in his gentle sighs,
A poet’s lament, both fierce and tender,
In the silence, where his spirit lies,
Jaun Elia’s words, forever remember.