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