The Symphony of Silence

In the grand, empty concert hall, where echoes linger,
Evelyn, the pianist, steps in, her heart a singer.
Her fingers tremble as she sits at the piano,
A piece she wrote years ago, a melody to know.

The hall, once filled with applause and laughter,
Now holds only her music, her soul’s after.
The ghosts of her memories, silent witnesses,
Listen as she plays, her heart’s recesses.

Each note she strikes, a story untold,
A symphony of joy and sorrow, brave and bold.
The silence around her, a companion true,
Understands her deepest emotions, through and through.

The power of music, a bridge over the void,
Connects her to the past, makes her loneliness void.
In the grand, empty concert hall, she finds,
A connection, a solace, in the symphony of her mind.

The echoes of past performances still remain,
A reminder of the joy, the pain.
Evelyn’s music fills the space,
A testament to her journey, her grace.

In the grand, empty concert hall, she plays,
Her heart pouring out, in a cascade of praise.
The silence is her companion, her friend,
In the symphony of her silence, she finds her end.

The power of music, a force so grand,
Heals her loneliness, helps her stand.
In the grand, empty concert hall, she knows,
That even in silence, her story grows.

Evelyn’s fingers dance, her heart takes flight,
In the grand, empty concert hall, everything is right.
The echoes of her past, the ghosts of her fears,
Fade away as she plays, through her tears.

In the grand, empty concert hall, she finds,
A connection, a solace, in the symphony of her mind.
The power of music, a bridge over the void,
Connects her to the past, makes her loneliness void.

- Khushi Kaul