The House That Sings at Night

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.

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