I want to build a house

Walls made of sheets of rain dancing on a car windscreen

Rooms like a book

A Comfy chair to half eat biscuits in and mourn the lose of others to a mug of tea

Walls decorated with memories

Floorboards a symphony of autumn leaves and winter morning frost crackling under feet

A carpet of spring dew

Bookshelves with the spirit of elves whispering stories whilst our

Eyes go on holiday in pictures on the wall

A sofa so soft

And a silence in place of the violence of sound