Echoes in the Attic

A haunting folk ballad about love, loss, and the memories we keep hidden in forgotten corners. Crafted like a lullaby echoing down old hallways, this song uses lyrical structure to tell the story of someone who finds traces of a lost love in an attic — and learns to sing them home.

Verse 1

I found your scarf in the attic light,

Smelled like dust and winter’s bite.

Folded soft with a note you wrote,

Faded ink like a dried-up boat.

You said, “Don’t forget how the porch light hums,

And how we danced when the evening comes.”

Now I sit where we used to sway,

But the silence keeps the song at bay.

Chorus

You’re still here in the echoes and sighs,

In the creak of the floor and the lull of the skies.

I reach through time like a broken refrain,

A verse behind, chasing your name.

But you're gone, love, you’re gone...

Still I sing you home.

Verse 2

The vinyl skips where your hand once fell,

Your favorite track, I know it well.

Needle scratches in soft regret,

But I still play it like a duet.

Your laugh was stitched in the hallway’s seam,

Now it hums like a far-off dream.

The walls remember what I forget,

A love not buried, just quiet yet.

Chorus

You’re still here in the echoes and sighs,

In the creak of the floor and the lull of the skies.

I reach through time like a broken refrain,

A verse behind, chasing your name.

But you're gone, love, you’re gone...

Still I sing you home.

Bridge

Maybe the attic is heaven’s gate,

A halfway house where memories wait.

Not quite gone, not quite now,

Just out of reach, but I feel you somehow.

So I’ll hum to the rafters, sing through the dust,

Speak your name ‘til the echoes trust.

Love never ends, it only bends,

Into melodies the heart defends.

Final Chorus

You’re still here in the echoes and sighs,

In the creak of the floor and the lull of the skies.

I reach through time like a broken refrain,

A verse behind, chasing your name.

Though you're gone, love, you're gone…

I still sing…

I still sing you home.

Outro Verse

So here’s to the attic, the dust, and the past,

To the stories we save and the ones that don’t last.

But love, if you’re listening from wherever you roam—

Know my voice will still find you…

And sing you back home.

Author’s Note:

I wrote “Echoes in the Attic” as a way to explore grief not as an absence, but as a presence that reshapes itself into sound, scent, and memory. Each stanza is meant to feel like a page from an old music box—slightly cracked, yet still resonating with beauty. The song captures how we carry those we’ve lost through the rituals of remembering.

💡 A Reminder for Fellow Creators:

This submission was crafted for Vocal's Harmonic Verses Challenge, where writers are invited to turn storytelling into song. If you haven’t yet, consider entering—whether you sing, strum, or simply let your pen carry the rhythm, this is your moment to let your voice echo.

🎶 “Let each line be a heartbeat, every verse a step forward.”