Unveiling Whispers

I bear only birdcage shadows,
Lamp of dust sitteth atop my head,
Forgotten beneath keys of brass.
Let slip thoughts from my locked drawer.

Rugged to wall, I cradle pieces
Of heart concealed within coat pockets,
Harsh hands of fading clocks; remnants.

Deep beneath, the old sofa sighs secrets:
Ruffled blades within cushions gentle speak
Only to the carpet's unwavering gaze.

Curious the echo from corridor walls,
Silent confessions etched by forgotten fingers,
Scribe of halved sentences lost in plain view.