The Accordion Player


  
It breathes like him, drawing in, to exhale
The sound of music, tap dancing through the nights air
Fingers creating waves across ivory and ebony
With highs and lows and runs of a ballads tears
Where only ghosts of time dance in the square
He plays alone to an empty cup on a crate
Serenading a lost love taken by fate
The years pass and pass they do
But true love will never die
As long as both have air to breathe
Songs bounce off the walls they echo
The stars above twinkle
To tickle the thought of her smile
As he plays the final song
“When a Man Loves a Woman”

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