The Lost Voice of the Lyric-Stone

The Lyric-Stone, an elaborate and dramatic structure of Queen Anne and Shingle Style influence, completed in 1893, sits deep within a dense, shaded grove of evergreens. Its complex rooflines and intricate, enduring masonry (stone) give it a sense of fragile complexity. The name evokes both the emotional core of song (lyric) and the cold, hard permanence of its setting.

To step inside is to be met by a cold, dry atmosphere, heavy with the scent of aged wood and dust. The Music Salon, positioned in the largest turret, was clearly designed for performance, but it now holds a profound, absolute silence. Every detail—from the dust on the forgotten score to the silent piano keys—is a visual testament to a life suddenly halted and a lost voice that will never sing again.

The Impulsive Composer, Julian Delacroix

The mansion was built by Julian Delacroix (1858–1912), a man whose entire existence was dedicated to music. His profession was that of a renowned orchestra conductor and composer, a role demanding absolute creative control and an ego commensurate with the stage. Socially, he was charismatic but deeply impulsive, a brilliant artist who often acted on volatile whims.
Julian married Eliza Thorne in 1885, a dedicated amateur cellist who loved him despite his temperamental nature. They had one child, a daughter named Clara. Julian’s personality was defined by artistic obsession and emotional recklessness; his daily routine was built around composing and rigorous rehearsals in the Music Salon. His ambition was to create a single, universally acclaimed opera that would be his enduring lyric legacy; his greatest fear was creative stagnation and the ultimate failure of his art to achieve true resonance.
The Music Salon was the heart of the home, built with specialized acoustic paneling. Crucially, Julian insisted on a separate, small, reinforced Smoking Alcove—a windowless space with a strong chimney draft—where he could indulge his pipe habit while composing, ensuring the rest of the house was free of smoke.

The Poison in the Smoking Alcove

The tragedy that ultimately silenced the Lyric-Stone was a failure born of passionate betrayal and accidental poisoning. Eliza, Julian’s wife, had grown weary of his obsessive neglect and volatile temperament. She began an affair with Julian’s protégé, a young violinist who often practiced in the Music Salon.
In 1912, Julian discovered the affair. His rage was instantaneous and volatile. He impulsively decided to poison the protégé, using a rare, colorless poison he had acquired years earlier for a ‘research’ project. He laced a glass of brandy and left it in the Smoking Alcove, knowing the protégé often used the space for private practice breaks.
However, Julian, in his agitated state, forgot his own routine. Returning to the house later, stressed and needing to compose, he entered the dark Smoking Alcove and drank the brandy himself. He suffered a violent, fatal seizure in the alcove, dying instantly. The protégé, finding the body, panicked and immediately fled, carrying the secret of the intended victim.
Julian’s death was ruled a sudden, massive stroke. The poisoning was never suspected. But the Smoking Alcove—the scene where Julian’s voice was permanently lost—was locked immediately by the terrified staff and remained sealed for decades.

The Abandoned Instrument in the Conservatory

Eliza Delacroix, the widow, was left with a deceased husband, the crushing guilt of her betrayal, and the terrible knowledge that her husband had died trying to murder her lover. The Lyric-Stone became an unbearable monument to her crime and her husband’s last, fatal impulse.
She immediately ordered the sealing of the Smoking Alcove and the closing of the Music Salon. She took her daughter, Clara, and fled the city, selling only enough liquid assets to fund her escape. She left the vast, immovable contents of the house—including the grand piano and the final, unfinished score—to the state, refusing to allow any further attempt to recover value from its fatal walls.
The house quickly fell into tax delinquency. In the small, sunlit Conservatory, where Eliza used to practice, one item remains: her beautiful, expensive, but now dust-covered cello, left leaning against a damp wall, still in its cracked, open case.

The Lyric-Stone stands today, its elaborate trim decaying and its roof structure slowly succumbing to the elements. Its ultimate silence is the cold, physical fact of the lost voice—the secret of a murder that failed, leaving the wrong victim dead and the house to hold the truth in its silent, sealed rooms, a permanent testament to the music that ended in tragedy.