Read a poem by another poet written
on the same day:

Strike any key and hear its tone
ring in darkened room
ears buzz with coloured voices
breath held in long notes
sound swirls in galaxies
silence hisses in blackness
the gaps between the notes
keyholes we use the key of sound
to unlock doors of imagination
and enter further chambers
piled high with forgotten treasures
lost toys of learning
in the dusty attic of knowledge
lit by rays of light that fall
from a cobwebbed window
in the ancient timber roof

West Parley