THE SOUND OF
NEW YORK.
Water drops hit
the ground
While an
outlander came to town
To be part of
the sound
We are part of
it
We are heart of
it
Tireless
vagabond shoes
And fancy Jimmy
Choo’s
Walk around the
streets
Forming strong
and stoppable beats
Noise of the
cranes
Shapes the
temporary frames
Impatient horns
are calling for future
Train’ speed plays
its tune through the drains
Rollerbladers allow
themselves to play like bairns
We are part of
it
We are heart of
it
Expected but
unwanted cries of the sirens
Now and then
hit our ears as reminders:
Frail and human
is our heart,
Don’t rehearse
your play!
Don’t sing
wearing your neighbor’s hat!
Haven of
countless songs
Haven of unique
songs
Unique songs
into a time, into a space
Sharing my song,
my soul has been nourished
And joyfully
dancing, my body has been cherished.
—Merce Cardus, The sound of New York.
Copyright ©
2012 by THE PYTHAGOREAN STORYTELLER. All rights reserved.
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