Whispers of Renovation

There it was again, the hum, Ah, like memories draped over undone curtains, A touch of peeling paint whispering stories, "Listen," they said, Static flooded the air, a talkative companion, Once more, breaking parts of the mind— Were they reconstructing beams or dreams? Windows watched with their always-half-closed eyes, Conversations in the walls, between the bricks, Did crumbling mortar know what the future held?