Ember Glow

(Verse 1)
The rain falls soft on window pane,
A silver curtain, grey again.
The world outside, a blurred embrace,
Lost in shadows, time and space.
And in this quiet, dim-lit room,
I watch the embers softly bloom.
(Verse 2)
Each flicker tells a silent tale,
Of dreams departed, doomed to fail.
Of promises whispered in the night,
Now faded echoes, pale and slight.
A heavy heart, a weary soul,
Seeking comfort, taking hold.
(Verse 3)
But even in the darkest hour,
A spark remains, a hidden power.
A fragile hope, a whispered plea,
To find the light that sets us free.
A gentle warmth begins to rise,
Reflected in my tear-filled eyes.
(Verse 4)
The cello sings a mournful air,
A sweet lament beyond compare.
It weaves a tapestry of sound,
Where sorrow and solace can be found.
And in its depths, I start to see,
A glimmer of what might yet be.
(Verse 5)
The rain may cease, the clouds may part,
And sunshine warm my frozen heart.
The embers fade, their work is done,
A new day dawns, a battle won.
And with the cello's final sigh,
I know that I can learn to fly.

Cello, modern