What are the right questions? (Ask the dead)

Footprints on tombstones
bear the noise of creaking floorboards
that turn the shadows beneath the door
to a place of solitude in worship

the door is closed now
but there was a choice somewhere
between the gentle tap of paced rosaries
and the rustling of ashen sheafs of letters
left for the past to find

clarity of mind or pureness in memory?
so many questions
and they must have their own
but if the answer differs with every asking
and the silence speaks in many voices
what use is honesty?