[Verse 1] You left your book Open on the table One page turned By the evening air Your coffee cold Stain on the saucer Like a small eclipse You were never there
[Chorus] This is my serenade for what we lost Every note a name I cannot say I lay these broken flowers at the cross Of all the days that slipped away Serenade for what we lost Softly calling through the gray
[Verse 2] Your chair still leans Back against the window Indent in the cushion Shaped like your frame Your letters fade Ink becoming shadows Every fading word Still spelling your name
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[Bridge] If I could trade Every tomorrow For one more quiet Yesterday with you I’d walk again Behind your sorrow Just to carry Half of what you knew
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Stijl van muziek
Slow requiem ballad with solo violin singing from the first bar, joined by a soft piano and distant male choir pads. Verses stay bare and intimate—just voice, violin, and sparse piano chords—then the chorus swells with layered strings and subtle timpani rolls. Dynamics breathe like a funeral mass: hushed openings, aching swells, and one cathartic peak before returning to a fragile, trembling hush., sad, violin