Seen

A mind adrift, a soul unseen,
A canvas vast, a masterpiece between.
Her heart, a garden, wild and free,
A fertile ground, for dreams to be.
He saw the brilliant chaos, the near-finished art,
The scattered pieces, a fractured heart.
He gets lost in the beauty, the hidden grace, The intricate patterns, outside time and space.
A violin, a silent plea,
A symphony of hope, yet to be.
Never turning away, often stealing a glance, ever aware of her soulful dance.
A child's desire, to be understood,
To break the chains, of solitude.
A fragile hope, a shattered dream,
A silent cry, a mournful scream.
She dances on, a spirit bright,
A beacon shining, through the night.
A swan's grace, a phoenix's rise,
Defying darkness, touching the skies.
Her legacy, a masterpiece untold,
A story written, brave and bold.
No longer lost, no longer alone,
Her spirit soars, forever known.