Listen to the world’s best poetry read out loud.

‘Wherever we are, what we hear is mostly noise. When we ignore it, it disturbs us. When we listen to it, we find it fascinating.’ – John Cage

My computer humming
while triangles dance on the screen.

A blackbird singing,
perched on the garden gate.

The soft scratch of my pencil
as I write these words.

A trio for computer,
blackbird and pencil.

One continuous sound, one random,
one controlled by me.

The pencil’s part is almost over,
When it stops