is the place where starlings gather thick as macchiato,
singing expressivo in the morning, bedlam fortissimo at sunset.
is where the old gather silent, still as a reverie,
rallentando until dawn, then second-souled,
blue-eyed, demanding life again, vivace.
discard heavy indigo, the ultramarine of too many days,
dissolve into a new chromatic scale, alive with starlings,
expressing without thinking, dolce,