Lyric

Morning light spills down the page

In a manor locked with age

Dusty volumes, leather-bound

Where my silent thoughts are found

My favorite books, my sheltered grace

In every word, I see your face

Among the shelves, you never left

A whisper in the paper’s breath

Echoes dance on polished floors

Curtains part like open doors

I read aloud to empty chairs

Still feel your ghost in autumn air

Some stories end, some stories stay

Ink won’t ever fade away

You were a chapter, sweet and strange—

Marked in gold, untouched by change

My favorite books, my quiet shrine

A New Year’s day outside of time

You turned the page and now you’re gone

But in my hands, you carry on