I am within an empty house,
And silence rules the land.
Once creaking floorboards put to rest
By air’s most weightless hand.
All doors are closed and blinds are shut
And darkness creeps within,
As the sun sets and Earth is dressed
In night’s mischievous grin.
Kitchen dormant, chairs so still,
All sound frozen in time,
The music of life has ceased to play
In my cold barren shrine.