House

The fullest house for the smallest reason

Episode ten and the end of the season

Every space taken and every word spoken

Walls that crack but nothing is broken 

The fullest house has seen it before 

Absorbed the sound and grooves on the floor

Each mark is a soul each dent has a tale

Every room has a life and its hooked on a nail

This fullest house has busted seams

Standing room only, soaked into its beams

The rooms are rammed and the space overflowing 

But a catch in your breath and it knows that you’re going

This fullest house will quieten soon

The silences stretching from every room 

Each absence a journey the stillness a plan

The calm left behind by a travelling clan.  

A positive silence a negative noise

The season for living the girls and boys

Arrivals that came departures that went

The motion is carried this house is content