Snazy Filazy #6: Singing hearts

"What nonsenes!" she thought. "No need to get down,
There are plenty of people I can help all around!"
So she stood up and smiled, still humming the chords,
Of that sweet cowboy's guitar, not knowing the words.
But that didn't matter, for the tune was sincere,
Why wasn't he famous? How did he land here?
In a town so congested with all the wrong things,
Dragging feet, sullen faces, no, nothing that sings.
She had to do something to get his songs heard,
She'd tell all the people and they'd spread the word!
A woman then bumped her and muttered "Oh dear,"
Appolgizing quickly, for her eyes were not clear.
Perfect chance! She could tell her of the man she adored,
With some music like his, this town wouldn't be bored!
Snazy went on to mention he looked good as can be,
But how she ran like a scardy cat up in a tree,
When he looked over at her with those gorgeous eyes,
Her cheeks blushed so red, and she couldn't disguise,
The feeling she got when his fingers ran swift,
Over each guitar note, oh he had such a gift.
"This cowboy should play for an entire crowd,
Just the thought of him makes my heart beat outloud!"
But the woman stopped Snazy, and patted her hand,
Speaking slowly, reciting words that seemed planned,
Like she was simply rejecting a desperate love-plea,
As she said "There are many other fish in the sea.
If yours is taken, which I know that 'he' is,
Then you should look for another one, I'm sorry Ms."
The woman walked on as she waved a good-bye,
How odd she had been, Snazy couldn't tell why.
All she wanted was for melody to save the town from,
The silence they lived in, their ears that were numb.
Not even the ice cream truck sang anymore,
It annoyed all the people when it drove by at four.
So Snazy was determined to turn that around,
And fill this old town up with a beatiful sound!