What is a new year without a new sound?
Now we walk the lamp-lit streets
to join the thousands of celebrants
at the square
anticipating fireworks
as pipers mark the last breath of the year past
at midnight bristling colours will
illuminate next year’s black canvas
Tomorrow, in a drunken dizziness
we shall sip coffee and watch
the Vienna orchestra
set the tone for the year to come
No, let’s not waltz through this new year
to the same tune as last
marble dancers may marvel
to another melody as well
let’s disentangle the pulse
brush aside sweeping violins
and reassemble those twelve notes
high and low, in a different order
resolve around novel harmonies
What would be a new year
if we were not to sound out
new arrangements of colour
in the fireworks display?