Malakey's Poem

A stranger called this morning

Dressed all in black and grey

Put every sound into a bag

And carried them away.

 

The swinging of the door

The scratching of the pencil

The clicking of the mouse

The ticking of the clock

The whirling of the projector

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