Place des Arts – Memories Through the Eyes of my City

In Place des Arts, the night begins to fall

The city’s pulse slows down to a soft hum

A hush of voices, a distant saxophone call

The neon lights paint the sky like a charcoal sum

The streets are alive with the sound of the night

A symphony of life in every corner and turn

A magical realm, a place where wrongs are made right

A stage where every story can be told and learned

In the heart of this metropolis, this cultural jewel

A sanctuary for artists, a sanctuary for us all

A place where we can feel the rhythm of life’s rule

A space where the magic of the arts can enthral

Montreal, you are a city of dreams

And in Place des Arts, your heart forever beams.