Apart from the air conditioner running
There is no other noise around
Until someone turns a page
The sound of the paper turning
Echos through the corridors
Of books and magazines
A cough rings out
While footsteps are faintly heard
As someone walks to the counter
The computer beeps
Sounds of someone tapping on a keyboard
The security gates beep as someone enters
Loud talking occurs
Until someone says be silent
It’s a library, not a social spot
At the end of the day
Everyone has gone
The library becomes silent once more