This hollow house
Is filled with noises
Left and right
My ears tingle
Creaks from the stairs
Moans from the washer
The wind and rain
Whipping at the windows
The tree branches
Scratching at the front door
The voices on the television
Colorful and excited
The songs streaming from my phone
And bouncing around my head
The bed gives a little “thoomph!”
As I shift from my side to my back
This house is full of noises
If we could only listen close
To what appears to be
Utter silence