Glass

Stone

Wood

Framed and written 

Into the walls of our lives

They tell the story

Of what was built

Each speaks out

From the tiniest pebble

To the hardest rock

The glass sheds light

On all that was

While the wood resounds

Resonates with echoes of the past

The laughter that filled the rooms

The tears that fell upon the pillow 

The naked steps

That walked upon the floor

Words sown

Some sculptured works of beauty

Others like dead monuments

Among the ruins

What is left behind of your house

Time will tell

Like the early morning bells that ring out