The window glasses restlessly clatter against their loose panes
As the angry slam of doors ajar join in their discordant refrain
The gales of spiraling wind, they scream and howl and roar
As if, to this havoc and mess, they wish to see no more
Litters of papers rustle along as they travel, my only companions
And the choleric pantomime of inanimate objects thus go on
This plangent cacophony of noises ensuing in the empty building hall
And yet, in the midst of all the racket, somehow, I feel the most peaceful.