Speeding train, stationary universe

I stood there at the edge
The train pounding on the circumference
Distance fading at the horizon
Stars stationary like the eyes of heaven

I held the door’s railings
The wheels clanging on the lines
Lights, outlines, flashes, lives
Orchestra begins in my head

My head is banging into the wind
The stars stood still, the fire flies went right
The red signal to the left
Lives reflected on paddy fields stagnant

My feet planted to the steel floor
I felt the big booming drums
Then the slow violin and instruments unknown
A station comes and goes

I imagine jumping off and running fast
I am close to death, yet increasingly alive
Imagination becomes real
A vendor with his wares, jumps off

He catches momentum with his feet
The impossible becomes real
The stars, the fire flies, the fading lights
I say aloud- speak, your servant listens