‘The Sound Collector at the Library’ by Sam

1976 - 2007 Anthony Beal via Compfight

A stranger called this morning

Dressed all in black and grey,

Put every sound into a bag

And carried them away.


The typing of the typewriter,

The shhh of the librarian,

The picking of the books,

The turning of the pages.


The ticking of the clock,

The creaking of the chair,

The closing of the books,

The shutting of the door.


A stranger called this morning.

He didn’t leave his name,

Left us only silence,

Life will never be the same.


Work done with Ms. Kelly.

Inspired by the poem:

‘The Sound Collector’ by Roger McGough

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