Is there anyone left to hear these sad sounds?

Is there anyone left to hear the sounds of the water
Dripping down from the roof?
Is there anyone left to hear the sounds of the rain-drops
Dripping down from the sky?
This rain is walking bare rooftops of the cities.
Walking down the lonely streets and pavements of the cities long lost.
Bridges crushed will never unite the shores
And broken love will be left forgotten
As there is no one left to love, as there is no one left to live.
It has been raining for three days already!
Is there anyone left to hear the sounds of the wind
Wandering the cities,
Flying in through the wide open windows,
Dropping into the houses long abandoned,
Being abandoned for three days already?
Is there anyone left to hear the rain and the wind
Calling one another, asking
If there is anyone left to hear the drops dripping down
From the sky above to the earth beneath those foot-steps
Once walking this land?
If there is anyone left to feel the fresh air carried by the wings
Of the wind?
There is no one left to hear. There is no one left to answer!
They’ll never find the answers so much desired,
So strongly cherished.
Like love of the deepest sort is wordless,
The deepest sorrow is no longer meaningful.
As no one left to joy, no heart is spared to rejoice
And only wind and rain are left to fall and howl.
There is no one left to hear hollow words, the rain-drops dripping down.