Now, at this moment,
There is nowhere else I would like to be
Other than here in Capri.
The sound of the sea, striking the welcoming
shore,
The hum of a car winding its way down the
road,
The song of the chattering birds somewhere
in the eves,
The gulls, screeching, swooping, searching
around,
The drone of a boat’s engine taking tourists
away;
The sea, a cacophony of colours merging
together,
A symphony of hues and sounds, what
harmony,
Nature’s orchestra, giving a fine performance
here, in Capri.