Contrasts:

The Rhythm of the City

The beat that never stops,
Plays along the rooftops,
The acoustic session of man,
Played to a deaf audience,
A siren pierces the opening bar,
The rush of a train plays the accompaniment,
In this orchestra there are no strings,
No flutes or such like to soften the soul,
Only the harsh reality of the artificial,
Played against the backdrop of white noise,
Not noise of any purity,
But a haunting rhythm of a living city.
But the air is still,
Comprised of many notes existing as one.

©1996