Love once hummed in perfect tune,
A symphony beneath the moon,
Each heartbeat a scar we couldn't mend
like a melody we softly bled.

But silence crept through shifting skies,
Like violins with broken cries,
The notes we knew dissolved in mist,
A phantom of songs we once had kissed.

Now every chord is out of place,
Each rhythm stumbles, lost in space,
The lyrics fall like brittle leaves,
A ballad bruised by make-believe.

Where harmony once wrapped us tight,
Only aching echoes ring in the night,
our love, a song without its core,
Drifts unheard forevermore.