Floors

Floors barely speak a word
More than a creak in the night
But they’re songs unheard
I wonder what they would say

More than a creak in the night
They could fill a room with songs
I wonder what they would say
In between their melodies

They could fill a room with songs
Cheerfully spinning tales
In between their melodies
Of the feet that once traced them

Cheerfully spinning tales
Through years gone by
Of the feet that once traced them
Of the sights they’ve seen

Through years gone by
Floors barely speak a word
Of the sights they’ve seen
I wonder what they would say