We hold our compass for the rhythm in the landscapes; maps made of echoes where the mission and vision meet.
Silver and gray,
You paint the world in ways,
my mind can’t explain.
Light slips through the curtains,
a slow, soft hymn,
And every initiative you take turns -
edges into rhythm.
See how silence learns to-
shape the space between,
discover the color of a memory,
we keep unseen.
Sight and sound,
where the world begins to bend,
Touch the hush,
let the light and the color blend.
When the skyline sings,
and the solitude paints the ground,
We find our way,
where sight and sound wrap around.
City pulse is the change beat,
neon lines that hum,
strangers write the stories of -
the streets we come from.
A laugh cheers up surroundings,
a tear flows into the river deep.
Every glance is a note,
and every voice,
an influential touch point.
Shadows start to fade away,
on the edge of dawn,
And the melody remembers what -
the morning forgot.
Sight and sound,
where the world begins to bend,
Touch the hush,
let the light and the music blend.
When the skyline sings,
and the quiet paints the ground,
We find our way,
where sight and sound mixed.
Close the eyes,
and see the colors of thoughts and ideas.
Open minds to pictures hanging all along.
We hold our compass for -
the rhythm in the landscapes.
Maps made of echoes,
where the mission and vision meet.
So hold my gaze,
and hum the tune we found,
We’ll fill the night and day with-
sight and sound.
In the hush between-
the notes and the light unbound,
We’re enchanted—
where sight and sound are brightening up the world of landscape.
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