No music plays on in his soul,

silence surrounds his heart.

Solitude engulfs his world,

as he and his love depart.

No further words, his voice can say,

no more emotion does he stir.

No more tales of unrequited love,

they're lost as he lost her.

No verses to caress her heart he has,

gone are the dreams he dreamt he'd live.

And alone within, he dwells,

no more words to give.

No more from his broken heart,

no song would pour forth each day.

Now he pens his last farewell,

no more love he can convey.

He must hide his heartache,

just smile to friends and say.

I'm fine..love doesn't matter,

and deceive them all this way.

So, a different face he'll show them,

to barricade his pain.

To hide his spirit that's shattered,

from the love he never could attain.

And when death comes to the poet,

to heaven his soul would ascend.

Up there, he'll still be waiting for her,

till eternity that'd never end.