the chandelier in the Venetian Room
crystallized tears, perfectly shaped
and transparent
alive with the glow of ancient candles
reflected on mirror walls
I hear the mirrored gaiety
of well-clad people
imaginary music playing softly
ancient tunes
keen flashbulbs working
to transfix the moment
I remember the separating laughter
in the downstairs hall
bland smiles and secret glances
words unspoken
occasions pass into history
possibilities remain
forever
"And how rewarding to have had all
of you here with us!"
Hugs, taxis, kisses, busses
early breakfast
"Write to me", " Send me
the photographs"
"Of course"
Mar 18, 2015
Mar 18, 2015 at 10:09 AM UTC
the chandelier in the Venetian Room
crystallized tears, perfectly shaped
and transparent
alive with the glow of ancient candles
reflected on mirror walls
I hear the mirrored gaiety
of well-clad people
imaginary music playing softly
ancient tunes
keen flashbulbs working
to transfix the moment
I remember the separating laughter
in the downstairs hall
bland smiles and secret glances
words unspoken
occasions pass into history
possibilities remain
forever
"And how rewarding to have had all
of you here with us!"
Hugs, taxis, kisses, busses
early breakfast
"Write to me", " Send me
the photographs"
"Of course"
Saying good-bye after a 3-week intensive seminar at Leopoldskron Palais, Salzburg, Austria
