I would sit as if I was seeing a play.
Letting memories reveal the scenes with actors reciting lines of times that have passed.
Visions spun in movement of what you believe tomorrow shall hold.
Let me see your naked heart.
Visible and clear, pumping in rhythm to beats of melodies I find soothing.
Echoing the thoughts of what I considered hollow halls of people buried temples long forgotten.
Yet I could hear the church bells ring and come to service by your words and soul.
Show me your heart and I shall show you my own.
From an empty casket to the one on the throne bringing me to sit in wonder of your own.
Let me see the plans and foundations.
And see why I call you home.