Seeker of sparkly things
Eyes always searching crowd
For glittery glimpse 
Of small city familiarity 

Search and found
Ache of longing rescued
No shame in admiration 
A bouquet of floral, gemstone and jewellery 

Hands shoved in pockets
To stop their dance moves
Body chimes in, swaying back and forth 
Rocking to classic sound of heart's beat

Eyes and ears glued to lips and voice
Ebb and flow of sound
Storyteller sighs for a while
Relieved loyal receiver of sparkly tales.