Jane Siberry - The Empty City

the outline of the city
the sheerness of its height
I thought that I was kidding
when I said - I love this sight

I love this skyline
towers rising from the trees
white bars on a blue graph
not exactly flapping in the breeze

cast upon a great white plaza
filtered down through architects' maps
a stand of glassy super-structures rising from the sprawling city flats

streaming to the blue sea
gleaming like beluga
reduced to teeming atoms
and shimmering in the heat

hope you have your camera
hope you have some paper
because if no one gets this down
then it's gone forever

this is the elevator