Musictropolis

The bustle and tune of city, Is composed by the Architects. Eyes upward, not staring at feet, Take in cornices, gargoyles and chimneys, Building high notes reaching down - lifting up. Harmonies are hummed by neighborhoods of, Next-door musicians with whom to shoot-breeze. Rhythm’s source is traffic of crowds, A quarter rest on the park bench, Crescendos in fountains and skylines, Chords lie in store as markets implore, Side trip timing from Clef library-museums, Playgrounds emanate the jazz of joy, In stadiums you hear Souza marches, Love songs played in coffee houses, Where I’m drinking cappuccino, As my eyes listen and ears observe. (c) Chaim Wilson