Revised "Object in House Poem.",

My house is like a Gallery
With colour’s and blurts and dots of paint
It’s a rainbow
Each Painting Speaks to Me, Talks to me
Tells me secrets from the past
A past so full of history
Marble sculptures dance and whisper as if they were alive
Every corner has a mystery
Every thought has a process
Every colour has a purpose
Every painting that is featured
has a connection with me in many ways
When its light and when its dark I see the art

Calming me, comforting me