Scraps of Melody/The Hidden Musician

In this echoing hall

Elaborate pillars

Sparkling floors

Resonating 

With sourceless music

I stand still

The magnificence

The ethereal melody

Stealing my breath

Freezing me in place

In a vision I see 

The hidden musician

Performing for themselves

Alone

Me 

An unseen audience

The hall warmly glittering

Surrounding us

Sheltering this

Delicate moment

From the street

Where the wind 

Slices through alleyways

Cigarette smoke and grime

Races down 

The darkened boulevards

Wide and empty

Except the few lost souls

Stumbling

Hoods up 

Hiding from the stars

Distant and judgmental

And when the song

Is over

The musician leaves

Calm and reverent

Do we move on?

Or do we return 

Again and again

Stand in the shining hall

Wind at our backs

Recalling faded memories

Scraps of melody

Hoping against all truths

To hear once more

The music?