over the trees
a gust of wind
blows a series of notes
throughout the city grid
they bounce off the walls
concrete steel glass
collide with competing sounds
they all add to a relaxing afternoon.
a gust of wind blows
and this time
it brings a touch of cool to the skin
the sunset introduces
a slight hush to the place
temperature and tone will change
the kaleidoscope of sounds
form different patterns
from the same shapes
laughter of children
turns into adult child
searching to recapture curiosity.
the horns blare
and the image of a lost dream facing reality appears
heart and soul still pumps through brass tunnels
and as long as the source produces sound
the dream will never die
only play hide and seek
to those willing to pay attention.
