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In a Station of the Metro |
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I first read these two lines with the thought of, "Uh, this is it?" But really, once you've thought about it, it does make a lot of sense. A lot of the people you see during the day; they have lives all their own. Families, loves, old teachers, old memories. Someone sitting next to you on the bus has had a totally different life than the person who bags your groceries. But we don't see that; all we see is a face that we forget about five minutes later. Our interactions with other people are so fragile, like ghosts that you pass by. So many people are out there who will never know who you are or what you did for them. This midi is Tori Amos's "Butterfly," transcribed by Nancee |
