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