The House That Sings at Night
Built to hold memories. Built to remember my life

The House That Sings at Night
The walls hum softly,
floorboards sigh,
windows breathe,
I walk inside.
Ears straining,
heart open,
soul shaking,
night wraps me in sound.
A shadow bends,
it bows to me,
I bow back,
we dance silently.
The echoes of the past,
whispering names forgotten,
the silence responds,
soft as a lullaby.
I wander through the rooms,
feeling every breath,
the house remembers,
every heartbeat, every step.
Every whisper I leave,
the air carries it on,
alive in the darkness,
holding secrets I cannot speak.
The night listens patiently,
I feel it watching,
alive with voices,
alive with stories.
I walk through the song,
never alone, never gone,
the house keeps its memory,
and I leave a piece of mine.
My dear reader, thank you for your support and letting me share with you the love of my life, an insight into my thoughts, feelings, and life. God bless you

About the Creator
Marie381Uk
I've been writing poetry since the age of fourteen. With pen in hand, I wander through realms unseen. The pen holds power; ink reveals hidden thoughts. A poet may speak truth or weave a tale. You decide. Let pen and ink capture your mind❤️


Comments (1)
Beautiful