Serenade of the Sorrowful Soul

A serenade of sorrow weaves through the air,

A melody of melancholy, haunting and fair,

Each note carries echoes of a tear-stained past,

A symphony of pain that forever lasts.

Strings weep with longing, the piano sighs,

A violin's lament soars to the skies,

Through minor chords and mournful refrain,

The sorrowful soul finds solace in its pain.

Yet amidst the melancholy, a spark of grace,

For in sadness, there lies a sacred space,

A serenade that heals, that makes us whole,

A bittersweet symphony for the sorrowful soul.