Our City’s Orchestra

The sun arises,

Starting up a melody with instruments of all shapes and sizes.

The wind and siren duet through alleyways,

Whoosh…the breeze sways.

Shop doors open wide,

Early risers hum soft tunes with pride.

Taxi horns blare like impatient trumpets in a morning rush,

People forget to grab their hairbrush.

Down below the subway rumbles like a cello,

Tap…tap…tap…the rhythm is soft and mellow.

Grownups’ fingers dance across keyboards,

Typing out melodic piano chords.

Kids hear the school bell’s brassy fanfare,

Snatching bags from their chairs.

Jackhammer’s drum in a syncopated beat,

Not once complaining about the heat.

Conversations swell and rise,

Strings of voices harmonize.

Pages rustle,

Laughter sways,

The city plays in layered ways.

A soft diminuendo is heard when the day starts quieting down,

People’s engines are starting to drown.

Cars roll by,

Radio’s solo blasting on full high.

Silverware clinks like a violin’s pizzicato,

Clink…Clink…the note of a dinner’s motto.

Laughter rising in a warm crescendo,

Evening slows the tempo,

The wind rolls in and moonlight starts to glow.

A mother tucks her son into his dreams,

Her voice whispers the opposite of screams.

As the boy falls to a deep sleep,

The symphony lingers where silence creeps.

Tomorrow will come,

With a musical thrum.

And again play,

Day after day.