A stranger called this morning

Dressed in black and grey

Put every sound into a bag

And carried them away.

 

The ringing  of the bell

The clicking of the  lock

The  scrunching  of  the  paper

The  ticking of the clock

 

The  tapping of  the keyboard

The  scratching  of  the  pencil

The  humming of the  computer

The  stamping  of  the  stencil

 

A stranger called this morning

He didn’t leave his name

Left us only silence

Life will never be the same.

 

By Alannah