Raindrops falling on an empty car park. Where have the people gone? The shops are dark. Drops gather on windshields with no motion to wipe them away. Houses grow cold in their isolation. Water burbles in the gutter. From somewhere distant, a horn bellows. Its echoes channel through the streets, fading down to nothing. In a church, an organ is playing. Strangely hopeful, despite the morose character of its chimes. But there is no organist. Just a recording. It plays, but for who? If no one hears it, does it play at all?
Paddy Dobson
19th March 2021