When I’m gone, the night will weep,
Soft echoes linger, shadows deep.
The chair will wait, the room will sigh,
A hollow silence will reply.

The songs I sang will fade away,
Their notes dissolve with break of day.
Yet in the quiet, faint and true,
A trace of love will cling to you.

When I’m gone, the stars will mourn,
Their silver threads of light forlorn.
The wind will whisper through the trees,
A fragile hymn of memories.

But do not grieve the fleeting flame,
For life and loss are much the same.
Though absence carves its heavy stone,
My heart still beats within your own.