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.