Baker Hotel

Broken glass

reflects in the light,

shining with memory.

Chairs overflow with stuffing,

flooding rooms with:

antique smiles,

ancient conversations,

forgotten tears.

A decrepit ballroom

still breathes in time

with echoes of waltzes past.

Gothic stone walls

hold in them

innumerable histories,

unknown to the human eye,

but written in a brail

only palpable by the heart.