The chattering cacophony of cars
Underneath the silence of the stars
The echo of lost voices,faces, smiles
To which our little heart is always loyal
The horns that shriek, the trains that wreck the track
The vision of the lost who can’t come back
The loaded wagons and the violin
The orchestra that plays as we go in
The crackling of the ice the skaters skim
The refugees whose clothing is too thin
The scream of Munch, the horror he foresaw.
The end of Europe in the first World War
The decorated War Memorials grim
Reminding us that no-one ever wins
How my heart sings 