In Vienna's grand embrace I find delight,
Where melodies soar on wings of the night,
A performance by Rieu, a maestro's art,
A symphony that captivates my heart.
Amidst the city's charm, with grace untold,
A few years past, this memory I hold,
Pigeons fluttering by, a gentle ballet,
Their wings in rhythm, as music did play.
The FA Cup Final, a thrilling affair,
But my soul seeks solace, a different air,
Andre Rieu's concert, a magical sight,
Where music takes flight, like pigeons in flight.
His orchestra, a symphony of grace,
Each note a stroke, painting the space,
Vienna's allure, a cultural embrace,
I long to wander in that sacred place.
The violin's sweet whispers fill the air,
As pigeons flutter, a dance beyond compare,
A visual spectacle, the stage aglow,
The music entwines, like pigeons in a row.
Oh, the melodies that serenade my soul,
A respite from the game's competitive toll,
In Rieu's embrace, I find my refuge true,
Watching pigeons soar, as dreams anew.
So, while others cheer for the football's might,
I'll immerse myself in Vienna's delight,
In Rieu's performance, I'll find my way,
With pigeons as companions, I shall sway.