This is a recording

Of what conditional love does to a soul
collecting all the emptiness of the world
etching it on a vulnerable heart

This is a recording
Do you hear it clearly?
There was once a cherishing sound
you could also hear a fierce tenderness.

It dissolved into egotism
and love hid behind the door.

But this is not the end;
the composition is still being written.
And a new songsmith is flying in,
because love is a verb.