couples’ romance turn into songs,
composed and carried off
into early morning venetian skylines,
through satin-strewn, open-windowed balconies;
invisible notes hang in the air like dew
hang off morning blades of grass.
premature break of dawn
ruptures the peaceful, sleeping night,
splaying colours into the paint
of its pre-oiled, pre-conceived canvas.
venice’s waterways glisten in the rebirthed sun.
under arches, over bridges, behind hidden passageways,
the streets of venice exult
in their own grace.