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?