A Letter to New York City

I used to walk these streets, feel the pulse of the city

Central Park just blocks away, I felt so alive and gritty

The skyline whispered stories, dreams painted in the sky

I ran through those avenues, never asking why

Art in every corner, movies in my veins

I was chasing the stars, drowning in the rain

Studying the film, my camera was my heart

Every frame I captured felt like a piece of art

I love New York, the city of fire

Where the streets burn bright

The rhythm of the night, the speed of the dream

Where life moves fast and nothing's as it seems

Before the storm, I knew it all too well

In the city of art, where stories dwell

I met strangers who became family

The lights of Broadway, the beat of the melody

Money and ambition, swirl in the air

But it was the art, the magic, that made it all so rare

The movies and the magic, every corner a new scene

Running through the city, chasing every dream

I felt alive in the chaos, alive in the noise

New York, you were my rhythm, my voice

I'll never forget you, you'll never fade away

New York, my heart, you'll always stay