Everywhere, Clouds!

The lights, bright amongst the cold
Decorate the river, and
Softly illuminate the choir
Singing by the Thames
Hitting all those high notes
Brings an extra shiver to the cold
I might take their songs with me everywhere

I’ll walk, from Temple to Blackfriars
From Charing Cross to Vauxhall
As my footsteps quicken with the snow
In a old black and white showreel
A paperweight in monochrome from a cold shopkeeper on their stall
With hats and scarves and gloves
Beneath the brightest billboards
As the choir keeps singing through the snow
Have you ever felt a song slowly lift away the storm clouds?
A refrain that shakes away the snow?
You can’t take those clouds with you everywhere