Murano Chandelier

In Murano's heart, where fire takes its hold, Molten glass awakens, a story untold. The maestro, a sculptor with breath as his tool, Shapes molten dreams, breaking the fiery rule. From the furnace's depths, a fiery bloom, Gathers on the canna, dispelling the gloom. Blown with practiced breath, a form takes its birth, A chandelier's frame cradled on this Earth. Frit dances within, a symphony bright, Millefiori's whispers, a floral delight. Enamel's caress, a touch of jewelled grace, Each hue a whispered secret, on the glass's face. Punti's gentle bite, a curve takes its form, Twists and points emerge, defying the norm. Reheated and refined, in a fiery embrace, The glass yields to the maestro, leaving no trace. Of imperfections past, a masterpiece nears, Lamp-worked blooms blossom, dispelling all fears. Metal whispers support, a hidden embrace, A dance of light and shadow, in this ethereal space. Then, in the lehr's slumber, a slow, cooling sleep, Brittle dreams are tempered, secrets they keep. Assembled with care, each piece finds its place, A constellation of glass, a radiant embrace. Polished to brilliance, a symphony gleams, Murano's magic, a world in its beams. A fiery creation, a legacy bold, This chandelier's story forever unfolds.