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