The house next door stands empty now, no footsteps grace the floor — the family’s gone, but yet somehow, I’m drawn to their front door.I still remember how I’d hear, the old piano play — The memory is, oh, so clear, and in my heart to stay.I’d hear her play, and hear him sing, in tandem they were one — Those quartet tunes would always bring a joyous glimpse of fun.I heard their laughter and their tears, and watched as they grew old — They loved each other through the years, with love that shone like gold.And yes, the house stands quiet now, those tunes no longer play — But memories live on somehow, inside my heart each day.The house next door stands empty now, no footsteps grace the floor — The family’s gone, but still somehow, I’m drawn to their front door.Marvin Reed Jr.Lehighton