The lights are still on

But there is no one there to see them

The traffic lights wink at each other

In perfect sequence

Saying its your turn now

But not a single word is spoken

Because there is no one to speak them

And no one to answer back

No jugglers

No singers

No speakers of the words

No hawkers

Crocodiles of children or foreign tourists

Just the stand still silence

And the flapping of a flag

 

No heaving mass or phalanx

Of shouting, laughing

Or the overriding buzz and hum

Of collective conversations

Through the ringing tones

Of international mobile connections

No armoured columns

Of case and bags

 

Just the buses

Taking no one

To there and back

In half the time

 

In Harrods window

No mannequins

Or promotion of the new season

Nothing but rainbows

That say all we cannot

And frankly is never enough

Thank you N.H.S.

 

Based on a recent BBC presenters words and pictures of London