Mischief

An empty glass filled with air,
A black button without a coat,
A room without people,
hear the silence and listen to soundless sounds,
it makes rounds and rounds and pounds,
rushes and barks like hounds,
goes down in the grounds,
vanishes around.

Surround soundless sounds,
empty clicks and blank letters,
verseless poems and no rhythms,
tuneless tunes sung in harmony,
playful games.