# The quiet orchestra

Original poem

The cupboard wears a button coat;
the zipper hums a silver note.
A pencil tip goes tap, tap, tap;
the notebook yawns beneath its flap.

My thoughts are moths around a light—
they dart away, then land just right.
I catch one gently with a word;
a tiny song that can be heard.

## Grown-up help

An imagined poem, not a claim that objects or thoughts really behave this way. Sound can be discussed through printed words, visual rhythm or sign; nobody must make or tolerate a sound.

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