Mahlers moody music instantly transports me
to watery streets
traversed by silent gondolas,
gliding gracefully,
beneath arching bridges.
Mirrored in mysterious depths I watch
reflections of ethereal columns.
Pillars reaching blue skyward
and arching repeatedly, echoing bridges,
patterning, looping, curving, seductively
inviting exploration
into those labyrinthian
spaces.
You stand majestic on your oak and pine stilts.
Unique in your liquid beauty.
Muse. Inspiring artists, poets, musicians,
thinkers – for centuries now.
But your beauty fades like a rose.
Your colours, sun-bleached.
And your wooden legs bend with age.
None of us last forever.
But perhaps it’s your very transience
which also captures hearts and minds.
We embrace you.
We will dance with you in eternity.