Alone. br A miracle. br Choral halleluia winds br blow through the garden br strings. Ears deafened br by a winter of noise br turn their eyes br toward the song br of silence. br br Perennials br waltz and sway, br bowing their heads br in humbled witness br to summer's concert br on the cliffs. br br Eight bars in, br a car horn barks br out of tune. br Symphony broken, br audience coughing, br tranquility heads br out to sea. br br Should you hear br the maestro, direct br him to Jersey. br Our time here br is fading, br and we could use br a tune to hum br from time to time.