Sunday, June 22, 2008

House Music

I passed through the neglected gate suspended
precariously on the rickety fence.
Walking up crumbling steps I heard, through
thin walls, the songs of what used to be.
Tattered curtains were draped in broken windows
framed by shutters hung askew.
The curtains danced gently in the evening breeze while
old melodies floated in the hallways.
The house sighed like an old man remembering his youth
and knowing it would never be again.


beatriz said...

lovely...the fragile crumbling...ephemeral...sound. : )

Toby Lloyd-Jones said...

beautiful image and words