When and where will the heart be known
Ready or not
Here I run
Here I stand because I know not from where I come
Only that a lover passed through my home
String around a stone
Attached with a note
Cast through my window
That familiar script
That unforgotten scent
That lingers still
Like a ghost at the foot of my bed
Whose intention is not like the rest
Not to haunt, but to deeply impress upon my breastbone
That the heart is alive
Not a stone with a note
That the heart is why
A house is only a home
When and where my heart is known