walking into empty rooms
with only silence there
the party is now over
people leaving happy
you stay to clean the mess
silence she just watches
and gently would caress

noise has left a while
strange the feeling now
the fervour of the voices
replaced by quietness
the glasses, plates, bottles
the remnant of the guests
silence she just watches
and gently would caress

in silence
contemplation
now the partys over
and a mix of feelings
come knocking
at your door
those familiar
after thoughts
in silence
of clean up.