Sound is art

A clacking sound is in the distance, it gets faster and faster. Then it stopped suddenly like a bird hitting a wall. A dirt dropping noise drowned out the clacking when it came back. A wobbling sound came into the mix. The combination made we want to cover my ears. It all slowly stopped and the clacking again. The murmur grew to a roar; it was like a demon being chopped in half. Overlapping all of the other sounds there was a scrapping; it made your spine cringe. The screeching of chalk on a whiteboard made everything else drown out. Everything came back into play like a big soup of all the leftovers. Joggers slowly dismissed the rest, soon it was only joggers. They passed and the clacking noise was back. Along with the clacking noise there was the kicking of dirt.