You've never been so sad, so silently beautiful;

never looked so solemn or so strong

Now, you are frozen, useless and unusual-

nothing I've ever seen has seemed so wrong.

You were life, and poetry in motion,

you were the song, the music I longed to play,

you were colours swirling, bright and wonderful;

now you are numb and the world is an answering grey.

You've never been so dark, so dead, so pale as now;

never so lifeless as you seem to be.

You were vivacious, daring, so alive once;

how could you have changed to such a degree?

You've never been so sad, so silently beautiful;

Never looked so haggard as you've become.

Is this what love is?

If so, let it release us both.

I never wanted to see you come undone.