The House Through The Trees (Poetry)

I see them at night
their windows all lit
the curtains undrawn
the drama of it
seems blindly performed

Each scene is played out
confined to one room
a period set
to match the costume
of those who enact

the story so far ...
a family plot
a saga of blood
a scream and a shot
the slam of a door

Then silence so thick
the trees hold their breath
although there’s no more
the mystery’s left
for others to solve

That old house still stands
I walk the dog past
see gas lights aglow
the play’s ghostly cast
go on with the show