wishing on a star

and so it was bench watching the sun glaze the seine
dizzy with nervous energy this man this voice
unassuming letting the mic pick up the little notes
funny glissandi scales chord progressions interwoven
all his household fights dissipating into beatboxing wars
passing down his incredible lineage cultivating what they had
two rows between bodies into it singing along bopping delighted
long braids clasped behind his head lights creating a dense jungle
light touch of the accordeon player musicians at play
improvisational banter so simple and yet complex incredible ears
pure joy the glee of musical conversation spinning audible threads
imagining bobby mcferrin in the metro on the bus divining up
webs of sound melodies mind constantly humming i do pretty
well til after sundown my heart is still with you
midnight knows it too near the village the peaceful village
where troubles melt like lemon drops thats where you'll find me...