Houses magical moments of rowdiness. Rowdy quietness.
And it speaks,
Word of no one can hear. Everyone understands though.
An antique clock,
Clocks in and out, standing against the tides. Feels lonely.
And it speaks,
Time of no one will miss. Everyone feels it at night, though.
A majestic grand piano,
Piano concertos and string quartets. Soloist still, melody subdued.
And it speaks,
Sound of no importance. Everyone hears its stentorian silence.
And I speak,
Solitude is a magical house,
that offers long-lost comfort to wanderers of this chaotic world.
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