By Andrew R. Duckworth

There’s an area near the Basilica
Where you can view
The Italian countryside.
Miles and miles,
Fields and hills,
Farms and houses,
Cypress trees lining thin roads.
The partly cloudy heavens stretch
Shine from the Basilica to Perugia.
There’s a hotel not far
With windows that look out
Over the plains.
There was a piano
There in the lobby that I played.
Something simple.
A view like that
Doesn’t need a complex melody,
But it sure can spark one.