The Magic Shop

Magic Shop

Almost everyday I would pass by at the busy streets of Diagon Alley and see this shop,
Then wonder what makes it so special for me to stop walking and stare at it like I have all the time in the world.
Abruptly seeing the shining gold balloons floating at the ceiling, the calico cat smiling at everyone who will also pass by at their shop, the very familiar feeling of warmth just by seeing the old lady wiping the tall glass window,
Then the very colorful books at their shelves and lastly the grand piano that is being played by this boy rather too softly for my own ears.
After playing some piece on the black piano he'll go out of the shop and i'm certain that he didn't even see me , didn't even feel my lingering eyes watch him as he quickly vanished from my sight.

There and then I know the answer,
Why this shop is so special and close to my heart.
But later on after he left , this fragile heart inside of me, I can feel it slowly and completely breaking as I can only watch the scene in front of me unfold again and again .