Aaron's Poem

A stranger called this morning

Dressed all in black and grey

Put every sound into a bag

And carried them away.

 

The kicking of the football

The swishing of the tree

The scratching of the pencil

The tapping of the keyboard

The rattle of the chair

The ticking of the clock

 

A stranger called this morning

He didn't leave his name

He left us only silence

Life will never be the same.

                        Inspired by The Sound Collector