Lost Whistle in the Stadium

An empty stadium hums with the night

One lost whistle cuts through the light

Seeds hold their breath in the hollow air

A ghost of a game that is no longer there

No answers back in the long delay

A lonely note drifts and fades away

No crowd to rise, no fire to call

Just footsteps echoing through it all

Blow one little signal in the dark

Spark in the silence faint but sharp

Ring through the rafters lost and thin

'Til the empty stadium sings again

The field is waiting under faded skies

For one small sound to open its eyes

And every echo the night can keep

Turns a forgotten hush into something deep

Blow one little signal in the dark

Spark in the silence, fig but shark

Ring through the rafters, lost and thin

'Til the antique stadium sings again