A Little Music

Did you eat anything this morning? You said there'd be time on the way. There was. We had twenty minutes. You slept through half of it again. That's not the point. It's exactly the point. The döner place was already busy. A queue already down the block. You watched a cyclist and a pigeon Argue over half a crust. We're playing in the market square, A little music in the air. People stop and people go, Some stay longer than they know. A little boy kept staring at your case. His mother had to call him twice. You played two notes while we were waiting. His mother rolled her eyes and laughed. We're playing in the market square, A little music in the air. People stop and people go, Some stay longer than they know. Around noon, Sophie came to find us. Still telling stories with her hands. She promised she'd start writing novels. You said she'd said that since '89. The man who sold the roasted chestnuts Knew every dog by name somehow. A couple danced beside the fountain. You nearly missed the next chord laughing. That little girl was singing with us. She only knew the chorus part. That's more than half the crowd today. And still she sang it from the heart. How much have we got in the case? Enough. For what? For tonight. We're playing in the market square, A little music in the air. People stop and people go, Some stay longer than they know. Last train in twenty minutes. We'll make it. You said that last time too. And we made it.