The lost Voice

In shadows deep, where echoes weep,

Resides a voice, now sound asleep.

Once sang of dreams and hopes so bright,

Now veiled in darkness, out of sight.

 Its melody, a tender embrace,

Could heal the wounds, light up the space.

But whispers fade, lost in the mist,

The music silenced, no longer kissed.

 

Oh, where did it go, this dulcet tone?

A cherished gift, now sadly flown.

Was it buried deep beneath life's weight?

Or swallowed whole by cruel fate?

In hallowed halls of memory's keep,

Its absence lingers, causes a weep.

The world awaits its sweet refrain,

To stir the soul and ease the pain.

Oh, Lost Voice, won't you reappear?

With words that touch, dispel the fear.

Let melodies rise, like birds in flight,

Illuminate the darkest night.

May hearts awaken, once more rejoice,

In the presence of your melodic voice.

For in your song, we find our way,

And in your rhythm, hearts will sway.

The Lost Voice, a tale we yearn to hear,

To soothe, to heal, to draw us near.

In hope we wait, with open ears,

For the return of music's tears.