She carries her basket
Through the cool market
Her sandals lightly step
On the seamless floor

She hums along
To music she hears
As he follows behind
Singing softly to her

No one notices him
As he walks close behind
Sweet lyrics rise above
And heard over the aisle

She feels the waves
Of sound touching her
In her ears and her heart
Without ever turning around

From the cashier’s aisle
She carries out her fare
He’s a passenger with her
And sings without a care