The Unintentional Orchestra

It is hot, the humidity is what does it. The sound of wheels on wet pavement, and the bustle of a nearby intersection are audible, but ignorable, laying the groundwork for the trains that pass by. A light breeze comes and goes, a small crescendo before fading off. The classical piano music drifts in from somewhere up above, always the same song. Exotic , but off key notes make their way through the walls. The final sounds are the faint clicking of a keyboard before it all goes quiet, until it repeats again.