Faint is the heart in tears
Amidst a night so cold;
Every beat full of fears,
A story unfolds, in an old
Old house built in bricks
Creepy ivy vines prying for some secrets,
Silence haunts, wooden clock ticks
Sounding like rhymed sonnets.
A long, antique table and chairs summoning the dust,
Unframed photographs diminished by time;
Window grills befriending rust,
An old lamp lit glowing just fine.
Only the wind breaks the monotony
But too soft to make a sound;
Where’s the love and the melody,
The song in the piano keys, unfound?
Yet faith has the answers
When everything seems not what it seems;
Letting go of a love forever,
Bidding farewell to yesterday’s promises and dreams.
