If A Tree Falls On My House, Does It Make A Sound?

Kiss your tattooed heart daily
Heal me with your sympathy
Every day the wind blows
Dealing out more tragedy
But my hazy eyes observe
More than I care to see
Hear words pronounced with accents
Ascending to the contemporary
Progression through obsession
Blind irony sits alone
Dial in for discernment
Introspection to atone
Life sits by waiting
All the while hesitating
Alarmed only by sirened calls
Though the tree fully falls
Sounds make me feel at home
Even if I can no longer roam