In the park
sits the Man
with his box
in his hand

The Woman
draped gracefully
next to him

Frail they may be
his fingers
sing three

Of the songs
from within
his heart.

The Woman wriggles
and dances
and calls out with glee

To the passers
she says
"Have you heard such a thing?"

The Man hears
her sighs
with a gleam
in his eyes

He plays
his three songs
for She.