Derelict house

What secrets could they tell

These roofless walls

This derelict shell

If we stop and incline an ear

Could we possibly hear

The whispers of voices,

The remnants of song,

The echo of footfalls long moved on?

And when you and I have left this place

Will we leave behind a trace?

When others stop on this empty floor

Will they think on those who’ve gone before?