Moving Music

This house is full of echoes;
hard surfaces bounce sounds
like basketballs from floor to ceiling
and back again to a silent infinity.
Percussive traffic, passing planes, our own voices
reverberate unmuffled against undraped windows:
loud, insistent, strident as cymbals.

Yet the doors swing wide to possibility:
a circus train of carpets and furniture,
a clown car of boxes and personality,
spilling warmth in its wake.
Blank walls give way to paintings,
floors don their carpets,
cushioned sofas soften conversation
to a quiet hum.
This is the music of moving..