Voice of A City

The winds cool breath swept through the barren streets,

On either side concrete estates stood guard like sentinels,

Their grey complexions mute the ‘would be’ voice of the scenery.

If you listen closely you can hear stories echoed through the alleyways,

Round the corner and into the streets.

Listen, can you hear it?

Amidst the fear inducing beat of the police sirens,

Resides the voices of a Couple,

Engaged in the type of conversation you would expect from lovers lost in lust,

Their eyes never leave each other,

Yet their feet guide them in the right direction,

Floating across the ground their footsteps are as light as their hearts,

Ever so suddenly their movement ceases.

Their eyes reflect the moonlit sky.

His loving grip tightens on her palms,

Which respond accordingly,

In that moment of time,

Their heartbeats play the backing track to the city’s song,

A track that plays on,

Until,

A gunshot decides to add its vocals,

Vocals so out of pitch and tempo that they break his heart beat,

Hers plays on, evermore sonorous its tempo quickens,

Her wails and screams now take centre stage.

Thoroughly encouraged by the round of applause given by the moonlit skies,

Reflected in his lifeless eyes

The sirens return, the performance becomes a duet.

As they drag her away, her voices pierces the decibel barrier...

...and becomes silent...the colour drains away from the picture.

The grayscale theme now returns,

Along with the silence,

Another chapter is added to the story of these streets,

If you listen close maybe you will hear them

FXL