The Visitor's Solitude

In a house where the heat once reigned, The breeze arrived, its gift sustained, A gentle drizzle kissed the pane, As laughter echoed, hearts unchained. Within the living room, they played, A family bond, in joy amazed, The visitor outside, his heart conveyed, He dared not enter, joy to evade. He feared his presence, like a snake, Would chase away the joy they'd make, Yet he, undaunted, would not forsake, The chance to glimpse the joy they'd partake. With courage found, he opened the door, No notice at first, he went in more, The mother's tears began to pour, And sorrow seeped through the room's core. "Why do you weep?" the young boy asked, In his innocence, the question masked, But soon, his joy began to crack, As sorrow's shadow veiled the past. "Go away," the father cried, His gaze averted, eyes denied, "Leave us in peace," he softly sighed, As happiness and grief did collide. The visitor sighed and turned away, Happiness returned, the family allay, It hid the truth of that fateful day, When sorrow's grip had held its sway. "No one wishes to be me," the visitor sighed, In solitude, his pain could not hide, He climbed the stairs, and tears reside, Seeking solace, none could provide. But At the end of the hall, a light aglow, He knocked on the door, emotions in tow, No answer came, so he let go, Entered a room, a girl below. She sat with music, and words in ink, Her gaze met his, hearts on the brink, Tears welled up, as sadness did link, Their souls in turmoil, emotions to sync. She rose, her music ceased to play, Past the man, she made her way, To join her family, in the light of day, A smile broke through The man's tears were gone. "Thank you," she whispered, turning back, Her gratitude, a simple, heartfelt track, She raced downstairs, no sorrow to lack, The visitor smiled at life's newfound knack.