Water splashing from the old basin in the sink.
Slowly dripping, washing the remnants of an old letter ink.

Footsteps echo, calling out the people who used to dance in the hall.
Ruined cello, whispering those merry moments that made me fall.

Lights dimmed and the dogs stopped barking.
Birds sing and the distant memories begun lurking.

You cry
They laugh
You hide
They run
And few moments later
You stopped staring at those dead people at last