Empty Houses

Empty houses, open fields
The wind comes whining.
Trees in flower, untrimmed roses,
No one cares.

Endless silence, no one home,
A silent music.
Who were they? Where did they go?
No one knows.

Ghosts of children’s conversation
A distant morning
Laughing, talking singing, dancing
They are gone.

Lovely meadows, singing brooks
Whispering secrets
Another people, long since gone
No one left

Dream of another day
Another morning
When I am gone what will I leave?
An empty house.