The Concrete Jungle Orchestra

When the orange leaves are joined. 

By a labyright of orange lights. 

Brought forth by the orange twilight. 

The concrete jungle plays its simple symphony. 

With stars silently staring. 

Rain acts as the piano. 

Pattering away on an umbrella. 

Sitting on a table, 

Crickets acro up and down.

Singing atop a traffic light. 

A bird belts ballads. 

Leaves crash. 

Feet kick on the path. 

Sitting in a garden bed, 

Plants whistle in the wind. 

A stray dog howls a trumpet which echoes from underneath a car.

A deep booming bass line fills the skyline with thunder.

Performing in a blossoming maze.

Reverberating endlessly. 

Repeating until the opening of tills.