The House

It was a silent house. Old. Abandoned. It might be said that it was once beautiful. I think it still is. But why I stopped that day, I'm still not sure. I was driving by. Just.... driving. Plenty of time. It struck me once again how beautiful the house is - so big and old and spacious.
So I pulled over. Just like that.
I pulled over and went inside. It was dusty and dirty and forgotten, inside, but we felt like old friends. I am still convinced that house has a name.
A name that's been forgotten.
What a terrible thing. To have lost your name.... We greived together.
The wooden shutters whispered and told me to go upstairs. Up all the stairs. You see, secretly, there is a fourth floor. The fourth floor is a single room. That one room contained the only object in the entire house. I slowly opened the door and stepped inside. So much dust! So much silence!
But in the very middle of the room, there stood a music stand. A solitary music stand. It had gotten very lonely over the years, guarding its music. But it couldn't play for me so I went back downstairs, out the front door, and began to drive away.
We are still trying to remember its name...