In the quiet corners of an empty room,
Shadows dance with whispered grace,
Loneliness weaves its silent loom,
In the vast expanse of unseen space.
The moonlight spills through the window pane,
Casting silver on the silent floor,
Every whisper, a gentle refrain,
Echoes of voices that are no more.
A solitary star in the night sky,
Bearing witness to an unspoken plea,
In the stillness, a silent sigh,
Yearning for a soul to set it free.
Yet in this solitude, there lies a peace,
A quiet strength in the lonely night,
Though shadows linger and whispers cease,
The dawn will bring a new light.