Cellar Doors

I still can hear the sound From when the cellar doors swing open I spent a lifetime in that basement I spent so many nights alone Tracing the cracks in the brittle plaster Pieces of green, they crumble off the walls It all seems like ancient history But so easy to revisit it all I still heard a ghost Lurking in the crawl space Never stuck my head in there to check Garden left overgrowing with marigolds Did they rebloom after I left After I left And it’s all perfectly the same Delicate, preserved, like a memorial display I still can hear the sound From when the cellar doors swing open I spent a lifetime in that basement I spent so many nights alone It’s all the same Enduring purpose, all that’s different is the face You’re still the same Eighteen months and not a single detail out of place