If the weather permits
at all
I will play
the
accordion
and
sing
I am very friendly
People smile
clap
and
hold hands
It’s when I have to go home
then
it is
not
so
good
No one there
nothing
I like being
outside
playing and
singing
If I forget
the
words
no
one
really
notices
The lovers
have
a swoon
I have a swoon
God
(I sometimes talk out loud)
“God,”
I say,
“just let me keep doing this!”
I will play for you
This is my house
The accordion
is a heart
that sings
and
fits snugly
between my hands
Every corner
is
a
soap box
from
which
to
preach
The sun is
a
perfect
accompanyist
I will play for you
and
the
stars
You see
the accordion
actually
is
my
heart!