I see
An ancient piece
Touched all over with dust studs
And smeared through with a peculiar tint
A faded shade of youth
I hear
Its beating whisper
A tick now, a tock in close distance
A repeated chain of similar notes
A one and only song from the day of its conception
I understand
Its silent message, simple yet dynamic
One of position and precision,time and season
Ever changing
This ancient piece,a messenger it is
A messenger of Time
It carries with it, tales from the past and stories for the future
I see, I hear, I understand
The Grandfather Clock
Sitted so elegantly at that corner of my living room.