Paris Metro
Between the noise, the shake and the doors
opening and closing, between the silence
and the noise of a thousand strangers
in the space of a step in a corridor
on the way to somewhere or back
there was the music we heard,
the singing of strings and movements
of arm, elbow and long fingers dancing
where we waited a moment and listened
as the noise of the people and the doors
and the trains and the rush of the air
became background to the music
and time was for a moment unimportant
for a few like us two, who stood together
watching and listening until time broke
like a spell and as silent as we came together
we left again and joined the trains and noise
and closing doors and lives with things and
places we needed to be as the lights flashed
in the tunnel and somewhere behind us all
a string section played on in a different time
with others like us, who though we were gone,
each kept a moment to use when we closed
our eyes and the noise was too much.
