Indeed,I am but a servant,
To the gaze of your eyes and your scent,
Chained to the sweetness of your whispers,
In a realm where love and pain are blent,

I surrender to the winds of your beauty,
My soul, a leaf, forever sent,
My nights, haunted by your shadow,
And my days an endless lament.

For in your absence, I am scattered,
A slave to dreams never spent

A ballroom echoes without song,  
Where shadows waltz with ghosts unseen,  
And silence sings where I belong.  

Your touch, a whisper on the skin,  
A breeze that dances, then is gone,  
A fleeting breath in an empty room,  
The ache of dawn before the dawn.  

Lover, I’ve tasted your absence sweet,  
Like wine that’s poured from shattered clay,  
Each drop a vow that drifts away,  
Lost to a sea where echoes fray.  

What is love but a vacant sky,  
A canvas torn by wings that fled?  
What is passion but quiet dust,  
On books that whisper what’s unsaid?  

I’ve called your name in secret tongues,  
An offering to the void between,  
Where roses bloom with thorn and vine,  
And fade to ash in midnight’s sheen.

You are both Michelangelo and the unhewn marble,
The hand that carves the lifeless into form

Do not falter,
Let every strike spark fire,
Chisel dreams from dust and bone,
Each blow a heartbeat, each cut a prayer

Hammer away, hammer away, hammer away
Until the marble breathes beneath your touch

I carved my name on shifting sands,  
Believing I’d etched a legacy.  
But the waves came, erased each line,  
And left me adrift on a restless sea.  

The words I spoke, like shattered glass,  
Wounded hearts I never meant to bleed.  
Now silence is my only friend,  
A witness to the pain I breed.  

I chase the past through endless nights,  
Haunted by the ghosts of deeds.  
If only I could turn back time,  
To mend the wounds and plant new seeds.  

But all that’s left are whispered sighs,  
Echoes of a soul that pleads.