My Minstrel Man ❤️

Underneath the marbled archway I could hear his music wax and wane

Tho I couldn’t see him, my curiosity sped my pace

He sounded so sensational, I wanted a picture to this showcase

Melodiously marvellous, harmoniously sweet

Such a softness in his sonorousness, from this minstrel man on the street

Through the narrow tunnel, way along past a high sided wall

Up thirteen sand stone stairs, until I came upon his call

Finally I found him, having followed his sheer excite

As the flickers from the candle-lit lanterns, glowed the darkness of twilight

There in all his glory, tho sheer attire said it all

He was not a man of fortune, alas his demeanour seemed so small 

But that baffled me, I had never listened to such a magnifent sound

As this musical minstrel stood sweetly singing on the cobbled ground

On the corner by a lit up lamp post, this French man made my heart skip a beat

I felt like dancing and a’prancing tho I only tapped my feet

Just a busker on a beautiful midsummer’s evening, on my rendezvous in France

Filled my heart and soul with so much joy, with his cabaret of romance

My mellifluous minstrel man made my mission culturally, complete

As he plucked his plectrum to his soulful singing in the moist, midSummer’s heat

So I stood spellbound, he captivated me amidst his charm

With his beautiful French accent and an oak veneer guitar underneath his arm

I guess three hours or possibly more had past by, when alas I had to go