ACT ONE A pale wind blows as hurried feet scurry for busses. The sky fades into concrete and the populace slips through the cracks. We are the city draped in steel and reflective panes of glass. ACT TWO "What is THAT supposed to mean?" "Nothing, you misunderstood." "Yeah, like I always do, right?" "Exactly. Maybe you're just listening for something that isn't there." "UGH... I'm sick of you." "Yeah. Me too." ACT THREE nothing but the sun and a whisper from the sea a soft melody for a feeling there is no word to explain