The man of music tuned his guitar,
ready to play to empty hearts who have needs.
Those who pass by put coins in his jar
and right next to his stool there’s a sign that reads;
just ten little pennies
they make up a dime
and for ten of these
I’ll write you a rhyme
and for just ten more
I’ll put it to song
but always it’s free
to sing right along
to feel it’s magic
you must take a chance
just open your heart
and with someone dance
As the light turned green, perfect the time,
the minstrel now started a love rhapsody.
The moment called for chords, notes and rhyme,
so magical was the minstrel’s tapestry.
Walking south on a street called Desire,
approaching the corner where the minstrel played.
His mind was churning, heart rate higher,
hoping and dreaming the loneliness would fade.
He longed in his life to be sharing,
as to give so purely the love in his heart.
He was a good man, full of caring,
seeking and looking to give life a fresh start
Walking west on Avenue Wishful,
she faintly hears the minstrel playing his song.
Her mind focused on dreams so blissful,
and of a romance lasting her whole life long.
She believed in love, longing it much,
hoping that one day she would feel its blessing.
Love was elusive, left not a touch
she had only dreams and a heart left guessing.
Both now hear clearly, chords of magic,
both he and she smitten by the minstrel’s song.
Both knew to leave now, would be tragic,
both he and she knew to ignore would be wrong.
As they fed his jar, their eyes first met,
he asked her so nicely, they started to dance.
Love soon sprang forth, their future now set,
each had heard the calling, and both took the chance.
The music man smiled, goodness achieved,
retuning his guitar, he silently prayed.
Giving thanks for those who love received,
through the magic felt through the music he made.
A shy sweet girl has strolled down his way
A young man approaching, gives her a glance.
Time for the minstrel to start to play,
time for some rhyming and a song for a dance.