Isla's Poem

A stranger called this morning

Dressed all in black and grey

Put every sound into a bag

And carried them away.

 

The bubbling of the tank

The ticking of the clock

The pinging of the microwave

The whirling of the projector

The turning of the page

The kicking of the football

 

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