Cobweb clings to the corner
Intricate design
Woven in silence
Now abandoned to dust
Who graced her company?
One came for dinner
Another for dessert
How often I think I’m the only one in the room
Who will clean up the mess
Hope whispers a memory
Intricate design
400 years silence
Broken by a baby’s cry
I still cling to dust
Though darkness only feeds
A grievous appetite
I am abandoned no more
Why do I think I’m the only one in the room
Who can clean up the mess?
