Symphony - Grant Park - Chicago

III.

Every car keeps a rhythm
     With a honk
     With a squeal
Under each traffic light
     Blinking green
     Blinking red
With the men walking by
     With a step
     With a jog
Keeping beat with life
     Like a pulse
     Like a drum
Through revolving doors
     Spinning right
     Spinning in
To each skyscraper
     Standing still!
     Standing still!

The city beats with motion
But the city stands still
As if the buildings were a drum
That life beats on.

IV.

Penetrating it all is a breath of life,
A breeze sweeping through
Tremoloing around a flag pole,
Wind on water
Bow on string
Our common air
     That keeps us alive
     That strings all souls together
Reminding us
That it's not about the buildings
     But what's inside.
Not about empty windows
     But the stories within every story.