Candelabra rusting on the moth-eaten cloth
Old light splinters the fading drapes
Grey glints on the dim silverware
Dust rolls slowly through the air

The dripping tap, long since stopped
A small stalactite reaching down
Cold peace hangs above all
A silence that only time could fall

No embers in the fireplace, just age-long ash
No photos on the mantel, just empty space
The doorbell knows no longer how to chime
Even the clock has forgotten the time