Wind and stone

the sun is shining but the rain is falling
on the parched land devoid of understanding
a light is shining but theres no one home
an empty house with eyes of stone
and the wind that blows through this place
to linger and tarry in this impossible space
carry with it the whispers and stories through time
cannot help but play upon the hanging chimes
and the music that plays with unheard notes and sighs
sing of joy and sadness throughout the night
why the wind would tarry in such dark emptiness
does not make the strength of the tempest less
rage as it might in the darkest of days
stone is never moved when it has decided to stay
for it longs for the mountain that was once its home
carved from its mother it can never be whole
like the coming of the dawn and breaking of light
its darkness it cannot forget, forgive nor fight
even in destruction when broken in every part
it will never yield the wind its armored heart
so the wind sing the songs it cannot call its own
on the windows of otherwise silent stone
and only the dead will listen to the music made
of stone and wind that even time cannot forget or fade
thailand/2011