The Chair By The Window

There is a chair by the window

where the morning light arrives

it knows the sound of footsteps and the rhythm of our lives

It watched the seasons changing

through the glass beside the wall

it held so many stories

without saying anything at all

Every little mark and scratch has a memory inside

every silent piece of wood

has a place where moments hide

Oh, the chair by the window still waiting in the sun

holding all the conversations

of the people who have gone

Oh, the chair by the window

doesn't ask where we belong

it keeps a little piece of us long after we move on

Someone left a coffee circle

someone carved a little line

someone sat there every evening

thinking about another time

Years will keep on passing

paint will fade and colors change

but the quiet things remember

what our hearts forget

again

Maybe nothing disappears

maybe everything remains

in the objects that surround us

in the ordinary days

Oh, the chair by the window still standing in the light