The street extends, a musical staff with notes
Of people, cars and many a building
They flow through my heart in great density
Undulating desires, what are they playing?
Whether I am sad, or you are happy,
No matter who never comes tomorrow,
It sings timeless songs indifferently
From busy morning to a night hollow
Year after year, they make the walkers in life
Feel their hearts are older than the street
Except sometimes, under glaring lightening
I see it laughs loudly at me, in protest
