Urban orchestra

Morning and the noises form the world are penetrating my quiet casa.
The horribly familiar whirring of machines that are meant for drilling in homes, as renovation of a house that was once inhabited my dear friends is underway.
The new tenants are tearing away almost all the fixtures that had been installed and perhaps some parts of the kitchen too.
A rabid revving of sports vehicle is underway to the state-of-the-art rolling noise sombrely sonorous in that depressing futuristic way of electric vehicles, brings to mind episodes from
Black mirror, every time an electric car with the ultra quiet serene rumble passes by.
A low beep beep in distance from a truck perhaps intertwines with a bird's trill and forms into an orchestra when a cat chimes in inviting his friend to a bit of 'climb the trees'.
The steady low growl of thunderous boom as heavy machinery laden trucks, large bulldozers and gigantic drilling machines slowly pass through an underpass, readying to tear open another piece of road somewhere not so distant mix with the recorded voice of a fruit vendor repeatedly mentioning the new price of persimmons blaring through a loudspeaker.
I can hear the sharp noise of electric saw jagged in its ruthlessness slicing through walls and floor intermingled with drilling sounds, and if that ain't the worst high decibel noise forever prevalent in a neighbourhood then I don't know what is.
Garbage trucks slowly squeaking as they empty large bins into their backsides, making an odd chugging sound.
A few minutes and all will go silent. There will be nary a drop of noise, like the world is suddenly empty and soon everything starts right back up.
People talking in the distance, hailing each other and showing what frost has done to their herbs. Someone backing a car, someone's doorbell, phone alarm and continuous construction noises..all this mingled with slow piano playing in the background in my house while I sip tea and listen to Tuesday silently spreading its wings.