it fills every square corner
an ordinary afternoon
lavender and snow
throuh puddles of chords.
Voices yet stilled
by windows closed to the afternoon sun
through hoops of wonder
mimic the chords of music played by the soul.
rooms that echo the paintings
of abstract conversations;
rainboots and winter
to fall in love with spring.
your footsteps falling through the echoes of each room;
white corridors that follow warm planks of pine;
windows dreaming about midnight stars.
lavender conversing with snow upon a staircase of chords.