Sandy Springs Symphony: The Sound of Growth

Lyrics

First, there was the water.Always the water.The Chattahoochee, whispering the low notes.The foundation.Then, the sound of Saturday mornings.A lawnmower starting up on a half-acre lot.The scrape of a bicycle chain.A screen door slamming shut on a post-war ranch.Just the quiet hum of a place finding its rhythm.The bark of a dog two houses down.That was the melody for a long, long time.But listen now. Can you hear it?The Sandy Springs Symphony.The sound of growth.The river's soft percussion under the hum of a new day.Every voice, every engine, every quiet moment.A city composing itself.There's a new bassline now.A low, steady hum from the glass buildings off the 400.The promise of a package, the gleam of a three-pointed star.UPS and Mercedes, droning a corporate chant.And underneath, the ghost of Hammond's in '68.The clink of a coffee cup, Sarah asking about your mother.A different kind of commerce.And you can hear it. Right now.The Sandy Springs Symphony.The sound of growth.The river's soft percussion under the hum of a new day.Every voice, every engine, every quiet moment.A city composing itself.And the voices. Oh, the voices.Eva Galambos at a podium, steel in her tone.The cheer that went up on December first, two thousand and five.Now it's the chatter at City Springs, bouncing off the concrete.Laughter by the fountains.The rehearsal notes bleeding from the Performing Arts Center.This is the sound of a place talking to itself.Deciding what it wants to be.The symphony never ends.It just changes key.The trucks on Roswell Road fade into the night.The corporate hum powers down.The last laugh echoes from a closing restaurant.And what's left?The water.Always the water.Listening.