The band at the Florian <br />plays Rossini in the moonlight; <br />every note clear and full, <br />imbued with mystic, <br />cavernous beauty. <br />My throat has tightened, <br />tears press and I realize <br />I cannot sing the melody <br />of your eyes.<br /><br />Gary Witt<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/in-st-mark-s-square/
