Silver Chimes
Forsooth this was a sound of trump
arcane descending from dusk skies
irrelevant, apposite drum,
an oddity and strange surmise.
You came along inside the rain,
the solitude of winter's cold,
a rhythm of notes and same refrain,
a kind downpour of words untold.
Were you a memory of times,
affection to appear evince,
melodic rings of silver chimes,
four seasons of Vivaldi since.
The orchestra performed distinct,
you sole appeared and our eyes,
glanced to exalt a case extinct,
old violins played to reprise.
The stradivarius pitched rare notes,
my thoughts were drops inside the mists,
the pier was cold while tied up boats,
sea-cradled alone in distant feasts.
Your face descended and our laughs,
invoked in cold as this embrace,
became a tear while sea engulfed,
my walk and versicle rephrase.
poem by Giorgio Veneto
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