composers

crowds set their alarms early,
in this bright awakened city.
they’re buzzing from first light,
filling the streets with abundant life,
just to meet you, just to bless you with their company.

afternoon sun beats down onto the pavement
filtering their way through towering complexes,
throngs of crushing-rushing people,
roads of busy bumper-to-bumper cars,
just to meet you, just to bless you with their warmth.

the skies turn themselves orange,
clouds undersided with reddish purple,
as the sun bids farewell and sinks below.
they’re painted in their very best clothes,
just to meet you, just to bless you with their colours

light’s fingers stretch down the black waters,
down the boats bobbing in their rhythm,
up and down, up and down the waves.
they bleed onto the rivers, a lightshow on the coast
just to meet you, just to bless you with their shine

this city sings for you, dear;
stay around and listen for the lullaby
you’re under their lights, under their care
they want you to rest to their thrumming medley
just to meet you, just to bless you with their music