The Phographer Lady

THE PHOTOGRAPHER LADY (reworking of original instrumental track , The Photographer lady, By Silvio Vinci)

She walks into the room
with a camera and a smile,
catching little pieces
that disappear in a while.

Black coffee on the table,
blue shadows on the wall,
she never asks for answers —
she photographs them all.

Photographer Lady,
what do you see tonight?
Faces in the window,
strangers in the light.

Photographer Lady,
don’t turn your lens on me —
some things look much better
when you let them be.

She keeps a roll of summer
inside her leather case,
a hundred stolen moments,
a half-forgotten face.

Then she closes up the camera,
leaves before the dawn.
I look into the empty room —

and somehow
she’s still there.