Do you hear what the house has to say?

Do you hear what the house has to say?

Pipes clanking, water running in the dark, footsteps of the neighbors above.

The walls shifting in discomfort.

Complaints mounting in an endless drone,

The sounds of family you've chosen to ignore.

However, now you must listen to your own possessions. 

All that you’ve strived for over the years, 

Things in neglect, 

You twist beneath the sheets remembering all the faces you could not bring yourself to love. 

a kaleidoscope of memories cascading into one another,

until the patterns fade to none.

How many voices have escaped your ears? 

The venting furnace, 

The clamor of the washing machine,

A steady stream of complaints from the clock that numbers the minutes that don't get marked.

The overwhelming clarity this moment brings. 

During this unrest, the calm of the night lures you into the white hot stars shining through the velvet sky.  

Amidst the pulsing lighthouses and the din of the waves, 

A draft drifts through the cracked windows,

Carrying the melodies of the rustling leaves, and harmonies of babbling brooks, rushing rivers

and the rhythms of the earth's pulse.

Giving you a fresh chance to dream anew.