Emptiness – part I

House of stone
Silence surrounds
No pitter patter
No laughter

House empty
Curtains down
Much like the end of a stage play
Audience, sans applause

Sun shines on,
The house it seeks
Infiltrate its warmth
Basking

Wind moves the clouds
Gusts pushing the emptiness
Of that, the House of stone

Will it succumb?

Exhausted, collapsed under pressure?