What is home? A haiku based poem

By home, the heart rests, Cradled by time's tender crest, Serene and refreshed. Not walls, but love's tune Each note grips love's gentle boon, Soft as June's bright bloom. A space to redeem, My mind as still as a stream- Home, where hearts dream. Home, where I am free, Feelings unchained, pure and light, Peace whispers through me. Here, where my heart calls, Is my true home, not the walls, Where love stands and falls.