A Morning Walk in Venice

This morning I went for a walk

Through old town Venice towards the square

I heard a lonesome Cello play

Toughed deep my heart felt like morning prayers

With rosined bow and perfect poise

Its maestro played impassioned songs

I stood there as a man walked by

I’m sure I heard him sing along

My thoughts of home so far away

The voice of my sweet wife I hear

“Come home my love, I miss you so”

That Cello whispered in my ear

A tear fell silent on my cheek

That Cello’s groan had touched my soul

So moved the I could barely speak

I missed my sweetheart back at home

One special moment all my own

Venizia shared with me today

I’ll cherish long her cobbled streets

Gondolas and those small Cafe’s

But most of all I’ll not forget

That Cello in the morning air

When I return I hope to find

My Cello playing in that square