Sound Collector
A stranger called this morning
Dressed in black and grey
Put everything into a bag
And carried them away
The whistling of a kettle
The turning of a lock
The purring of the kitten
The ticking of a clock
The popping of a toaster
The crunching of the flakes
When you scrape the marmalade
The scraping noise it makes
The hissing of the frying pan
The ticking of the grill
The bubbling of a bath tub
When it starts to fill
The drumming of the rain drops
On the windowpane
When your washing up
The gurgle of the drain
The crying of the baby
The creaking of the chair
The swishing of the curtain
The creaking of the stair
A stranger called this morning
He didn't leave his name
Left us only silence
Life will never be the same
By Roger McGough