By Stevr...thestevr@aol.com Date: 31 May 1999
knuckles crack, floorboards creak, the clock ticks like a canon, a room once alive now is anemic, except for the drone of the fly no pronounced sounds, hearts pound, like mallets on anvils, playing their single toned song. who had the last word ? it matters not. love has been swept away. listen to the silence roar.