I live in a house on a hill
In which the windows leak in the pouring rain
And the roof murmurs when the wind howls
The kitchen tiles, tattered and worn from the lives that have walked upon them
The creaky stair third from the bottom
The dust in the living room curtains
The coffee stain on my t-shirt
Paint on my overalls
Nothing beats my morning view
The green for miles and a cup of tea in my hand
My front garden in bloom
Slowly, but surely
Like us
I had to come to terms with the quiet
Then I realized I’d been tuning out the music all this time
The sounds of my home with the kettle bubbling
The honeybees buzzing about
The wind chimes my mother gave me
It’s taken me all this time
I’m a fixer upper, so are you
There’s nothing wrong with a loose screw or two
Just a little care and maintenance to fall for the concept of me and you