A stranger called this morning

Dressed all in black and grey

Put every sound into a bag

And carried them away

 

The shouting of the children

The twisting of the lock

The ringing of the bell

The ticking of the clock

 

The squirting of the paint

The flicking of a pencil

The stomping of the children

The drawing of the stencil

 

The clicking of the mouse

The banging of the chair

The humming of the computer

The creeping on the stair.

 

A stranger called this morning

He didn’t leave his name

Left us only silence

Life will never be the same.

 

By Adrian