Echoes of the House

Verse 1 A hinge exhales along the corridor, timed to footsteps none confess.

Panels swell with buried verdicts pressed into the grain by years. Every threshold

keeps its posture, leaning toward or leaning from you— and I, who slip beneath

their verdicts, feel your tempests through the floor. Chorus All the doors breathe

softly, as if the house were keeping score. Your choices bend its architecture,

and every frame remembers more. Verse 2 The lovers in the attic tremble,

the boy downstairs holds steady ground; and from the shadows by the staircase I count your separate

hesitations. Still the dwelling binds you gently, threads your stories through its marrow;