Wrong Address

My house seemed unusually quiet As I rang the hoarse calling bell Quickly it passed my thought Did I come to the wrong address? The bell’s hoarseness shattered the peace Something my house never did grace The trademark noise one can never miss So had I come at the wrong address? She slowly came and opened the gate The house was dark but for one room I wondered if she slept till late So there still hung a pall of gloom. I sniffed the air to find what was amiss Shook my head a little to shrug off the fears Reigned everywhere a distraught-ing peace In the house I’ve been returning for years. I tiptoed on the floor lest it broke the silence The hush appeared so incredible and fragile The thought that peace even could make one tense I couldn’t repress the inward flowing smile. ‘Why the house is so quiet dear what’s the mystery? ’ I saw a flirting smile prancing on her face ‘For a change I have switched off the TV So you think you’ve come to the wrong address'!