This sound makes my vertebrae vibrate
Every unshaven hair stands to attention  
At her voice
She strums my heartstrings
And her guitar.
And sings again to the void
Of people  
Never truly paying any attention
No more than sufficient
to toss in pennies
Pounds remaining in purses, to pursed lips
Whilst they continue the train station conga to their destination.

I
cannot help but hear.
You resonate like my first radio
The hum of home
That initial taste of music
Potent
Powerful
Like this woman
Brave in her solitude on the platform.

I wish they would listen.