I see shadows moving along stairwell walls,

foliage of trees dancing across lintels,

dust particles trapped in autumn’s sunbeams

swirling enchanted around the room.

The silence

wraps its arms around life’s whispers

the heartbeats dictate the rhythm

the breath is a metronome.

 

They call me Elinor.

Since standing tall I’ve created my world

out of frames and written melodies.