An empty house is full of noise
The silent, secret kind
And if you're standing very still
before too long you'll find
The noises of the empty house
Will penetrate your mind

As it shares with you its secrets
this is all you need to do
just stand quite still and listen
as it shares what it's been through
and you will feel the house's soul
connect itself with you

An empty house may look forlorn
Weeds up the walls may grow
but laughter echoed all around
those walls once long ago
An empty house is full of noise
And it will tell you so

~Wanda~