A stranger called this morning
Dressed in black and grey
Put every sound into a bag
And carried them away.
The ringing of a bell
The twisting of a door
The chatting of the children
The stomping on the floor.
The scrunching on the flipchart
The banging of a chair
The humming of the computer
The screeching on a stair.
A stranger called this morning
He didn’t leave his name
Left us only silence
Life will never be the same.
By Abdulaziz