The Music at Platform Nine - Enlly Blue
Where you sit
beneath the yellow light
Your hands on strings
lost in time's tide
Notes fall slow
onto the sleeping town
No one stops
no one turns around
Your silent tale
drifts in the autumn air
Each broken chord
a memory laid bare
You lean against
the wall eyes closed
The only voice now
is what you compose
Who still dreams
beneath this night
A shadow lost
in neon light
Waiting for someone
who will arrive
Still he plays
just to survive
The train departs
the cold wind sighs
You vanish in
to goodbyes disguised
Still he plays
the notes of the past
For strangers
who never ask
Call it please
The station empties
and his music lingers
