LUCCA

We planned on a visit to Lucca,
the birthplace of Giacomo Puccini,
to kiss the ground that produced a man
that composed musical magic.

But even a master magician would be powerless
in recreating the sound of your laughter;
pure joy with no boundaries.

I hear your melody everywhere,
in things you touched and didn't touch;
the hummingbirds quietly dining on the nectar
of the kangaroo paws in the garden;
the silk curtains you made that dance to the music
of the wind through the window;
the purring of our cat, Woodrow, curled up in your reading chair...
waiting.

You are everywhere...and I think of you.
I think of us.

You are in my bones...in my DNA.
The best of me is you, and you are with me always.

You are music.

Y0u are my symphony.

© JOHN PISCATELLA