The Chair Smiles

The figures on the canvas,

Tell a story I wish I was a part of,

Of people and animals not here

Anymore, yet I miss them.

I wonder what is the necessary distance,

To see the past as once was.

If I close my eyes and touch the fabric,

Will I see those who hide in it?

The moonlight over us,

So quiet, so quiet.

Recognizing this chair,

But keeping its silence.

The fabric of the chair,

Smiles at us with its colors

And sweet voice.

The chair stays still in time,

Waiting for those who return,

Waiting for us.