"Hymn to Beauty"" (Baudelaire, circa 2023)

Verse 1: In this quiet house, where shadows seep, Where once your laughter gently did creep, Now only silence, vast and deep, Holds me close, as I weep. Chorus: In the absence of your light, I find, A darkness not just of the room, but of the mind. Every corner, every space, unkind, Memories of you, cruelly entwined. Verse 2: The clock ticks on, uncaring, cold, In its beat, your story, once told. A life cut short, a love left unsold, In the night, my heart, it folds. Bridge: I trace your steps, a dance of the past, In each echo, a ghost, to the last. A whispered love, now a blast, In the silence of absence, I'm cast. Chorus: In the absence of your light, I find, A darkness not just of the room, but of the mind. Every corner, every space, unkind, Memories of you, cruelly entwined. Outro: So I sit, where once you lay, In the still of night, at the break of day. Alone, I'll stay, come what may, In the silence of absence, always.