Singing of a Boy on a Bicycle

I can’t remember the words to the song she was singing,
Something ‘bout a “boy on a bicycle,” bringing
The audience to silence as they hung on each word
In a beautiful song that I hadn’t heard

Before, and possibly won’t hear again.
The memory’s now a remember-when
That girl performed on stage last night,
Dreamt aloud, engaged the sight

Of everyone sitting in the gallery.
Watching this moment of valor we
Listened to tunes that she played
Captured by dreams relayed.