In shadows deep, where blues reside, A realm unseen, where hearts confide. A gift of whispers, soft and true, Yet stained with hues of midnight's blue. A curse, they say, to bear such weight, To walk the edge of love and fate. But in that depth, the soul takes flight, To carve its art from endless night. The ache becomes a poet’s muse, A painter’s stroke, a singer’s blues. For in the dark, a fire is born, A fragile spark to greet the morning. In shadows deep, where blues reside, A gift and curse walk side by side. To feel so much, to hurt, to heal— A human truth no light conceals.