Sounds, Noises, or What?

I am willing to let the reader take what each will from my poem below.

                                          The house
                                                          is empty.
                                                                       Wind rattles
                                                                                          the windows,
                                           making no sounds
                                                            as no one
                                                                        is there to
                                                                                          hear them.
                                            Apples fall
                                                             from the
                                                                              old  tree.
                                                                                           They roll
                                            down the
                                                             slanted roof,
                                                                              again making
                                                                                            no sound,
                                             for I don.t
                                                             think the ghosts
                                                                                have ears.
                                             The house,
                                                              standing there now,
                                                                               however, remembers
                                                                                           when children
                                              raced through,
                                                                chasing things
                                                                               that were
                                                                                    never caught,
                                              yet made sounds
                                                                   that had
                                                                               been heard
                                                                                    and understood.