City Sounds

I don't know what the city sounds like.

I don't listen to it. I feel it. I see it.

I walk through the concrete, but I keep my head in the clouds, my mind in a heavy fog, my thoughts lifted into the sky, where the city can't touch them.

My feet are quick. Weaving through people, cars, strollers, and bikes.

Wide eyed. Awestruck. Tourists take their time, but train schedules give me tunnel vision. The city is busy, but the city is silent.

I can feel the passion in the words of the song, as they intertwine with melodic instruments. Music fills my head, it fills my ears.

but the city fills my eyes.

Oh, does it fill my sight!

All I see are lights.

All I feel are heights.