Chandelier

A crowded room

but, not a voice I hear

Stronger is the bond 

of the pillars and walls 

than any other here,

in this hall lit by the mighty chandelier.

Surrounded, yet deserted I find

solace in the warmth of 

the fireplace near.

This lavishly filled hall

has grown emptier

than this very day, the past year

And one day, 

it’ll only be the paintings

which would be true

be colourful, I fear.