In Memory of Villa Rammelyn (Revision and Re-Post)

Missing the right key note,

I hear you sing silently
Amidst an absent crowd.

Applause from the audience,
What you always desire for
From empty concert halls.

Desperately you keep singing
From the very top of your lungs;
Craving for the music of praise.

Every entrance you make,
You hope for all accolades
Yet you sing the wrong song.

Lost forever is what you'll be
Until you would learn to sing
The right tune for the right song.