Silence

The wall clock stopped at ten twenty four,
As the punter weight dropped,
To rest there against the skirting board,
The pendulum stilled,
And the trembling time hid there under the quilt. 

As silence moves into the room,
Uninvited. 

Yesterday's shadows cast indelible presence,
Peripheral echoes of unnatural essence,
Droplets of laughter are prophetic encounters,
That fade away after. 

Silence moves into the room,
Uninvited. 

And the convent bell calls out to here chronicle lover,
As schoolchildren walked past down the street,
But the moments had frozen,
Alone without cover of dust,
In a grand mausoleum,
In a grand mausoleum. 

Where silence moves into the room,
Uninvited. 

A crack in the plaster holds a memory safe,
One single seed of last melody waits,
To rekindle what two voices heard,
With chaotic rhythms of feet on the stairs.

Before silence moved into the room,
Uninvited. 

Silence moves into the room.