A photograph of windows, open and staring back,
Reflections of an image, hidden in the glare.
Secretive notions belie, your talent emerging now,
With every ' CLICK' of the shutter, capturing your life.
Cold streets coming to be, a bright manifestation,
Whilst unbeknown characters become immortalized on film.
And your own precious view, showing me an edge,
A beautiful aspect of time, lovingly reserved by you.
Could it ever be known, how vital your energy ?
To describe a new era of preserving the classic past
That you do so very well, seamless links between decades,
Black and white images, of a Santander street.
Madrid and Salamanca, showing their precious virtue,
And even Paris and Lisbon giving their story,
Unto your listening lens, a backdrop of classic jazz.
Ringing in my open ears, a silence left by you.
Keys and open doors, bulbs glaring ever bright,
On streets around 'Cibeles', with punk retro disguise.
You capture and reveal, a world above, beyond desire,
Within my living heart, your name, remains a fire.
An artist of merit, yet to be discovered. x
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