Okan's Poem
A stranger called this morning
Dressed all in black and grey
Put every sound into a bag
And carried them away.
The tapping of the keyboard
The humming of the computer
The kicking of the football
The swishing of the trees
The turning of the page
The rattling of the chairs
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