Sorrow's song hums as if wood carved from knife instead of stone

No one knows what it means for others to be alone, whittled wood and bone

Beneath the strum of sorrow's hum, joy resonates with faint of beat

Bend ear to string, sit still, listen, let it in, this muse lingers with love

— Inspired by Deanna's Advent Poetry and “On Joy and Sorrow” by Kahlil Gibran