Glass ghosts

Travelled back from the North this morning. I had 45 minutes to kill in St Pancras Station so of course I went to see the piano. An accomplished pianist was giving it quite a workout which included some Rachmaninov, some Ragtime and a tune I'm very very familiar with but don't know the name of (no this is not a sign of senility, I've always been rather stupid).

I also captured this.