“Missed Trains & Brass Dreams”

In the stillness between arrivals and departures, he waits—not for a ride, but for a rhythm.

The trumpet in his hand has stories the world hasn’t heard yet, while the one beside him lies silent, like a voice once full of promise.

He doesn’t chase the crowd; he watches it pass, grounded in his own tempo.

Some days, the platform is a stage. Other days, it’s a reminder that not all journeys come with applause.

But he stays—half hope, half harmony—because music has always been his way of moving forward.

Photo by: Tiara Nicole 🎺🖤