Music In An Empty House

The house was empty and
      the people of the house
      gone many months

Months for the weevil
      for the patient worm
      timber-mole softly tunnelling
      for the parliament of rats

Footsteps slink past
      damp walls
      down
      long
      corridors

Slow feet
      warily scuff
      bare boards
The much-bitten
      tapestry
        holds
          many
      moths

In a certain curtain'd room
      the halting steps evade
      chairs white shrouded

To twitch the winding-sheet
      around a grand piano
      thin phalanx of sound
      sharp rat's teeth edge yellow
      with decay

The much-bitten
      tapestry
      holds
      many
      moths

On rat's teeth-edge
      fingers preparate
      hesitate

Then falling send
  as tenantry
    darnp-muffied chords
      rusting strings
  a still-born song

Their fortissimoThe tattered
  scarcetapestry
  stirsholds
  nearmany
  cobwebsmoths

by Hugh Sykes Davies

Comments (2)

A very interesting piece, I love the word art, I love it! The_African_Son
This is some thought for the abandoned home and it's new inhabitants. I like it very much.