《 The rhythm of New York 》

amidst the hustle and bustle of
a melting pot, i hear the brilliant rhythm of
a world capital, there is silence

i walk among a mountain of crowds, there is silence
i wander in the urban decay, graffiti, and high skyscrapers,
there is spaciousness of an open sky, rain drops, snow flowers,and blooms

there are my steps painting infinitely the melodic sounds,
textures, and light