Sirens, screams, laughing, shouting, gun shots, horns, windows opening and closing and air conditioners. Mine is too loud. It’s like living in a film noir at times, at night. With the birds coming in earlier and earlier as they too are unsettled, to add their two cents. What’s up? They ask. Yes I have birds in my courtyard. They echo as their trepidation eventually turns to bird-tunes. This city has its own soundtrack, that changes in level and timber each hour each year and we are here. And I sleep.
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Denise Marsa, originally born in Trenton, New Jersey, has been writing and producing music for decades. She is an award winning singer/singer and producer. View more posts