The city breathes old and new at once,
stones tell stories
without a voice.

The Meuse drifts slowly,
as if it forgets nothing,
as if each wave
carries a memory.

Bridges connect more than banks-
they carry footsteps,
wait for lovers,
whisper to the wind.

In the shelter of squares and alleys
silence lives with music,
and coffee with conversations
that need no destination.

Maastricht does not look up,
but it sees everything.