LYRIC - CROWD'S GONE
After the show and the audience has left - or has it?

Nottingham Ice Stadium, England. A Mecca for British Ice Dancers. Every year the British Ice Dance Championships were held there in November.
CROWD'S GONE
Crowd's gone
Still something
Arena air
Is it ghosts or spirits lingering
I enjoy
Quietly
Standing there
Air cool
Ice cracked and crumbled
Blades cut music inspired
But is it
Never ending echoes
To which my brain is wired
I battled here this evening
Competition bronze silver gold
Do I hear spirits confer how I did
Same venue
As warriors of old
I remember three thousand faces
Same seat same time year on year
Applauding glamour
Ice dancers
Grace speed knife edge
Without fear
Crowd's gone
Still something
Arena air
Was it spirits of ice in conversation
Lingering
With me there
And looking back there's something else
I'm imaging I see
Three thousand faces urging me on
For what is yet to be
© 2022 NICKSTIR (Nicholas Mark Slater)
