An old sestina of mine

This is my attempt at a sestina. I hope it's okay!!

Village on a hill

They were sitting over there, the
couple so happy, and not-too-old
it surprised a smile from the waitress to see
the way their heads were inclined and their hands
were moving as they were reading
she brought the fruit, coffee, and tea silently

Their first pick for sightseeing was old
an abbey, complete with bones to see
creatively arranged in the dank basement, the
monks were artists needing to keep hands
busy and helpful when they weren't silently
doing their chores, singing, or reading

Up the hillside they climbed, silently
awed by the steep slope, they held hands
though locals weren't impressed, there was lots to see
around a bend, a sign needed reading
it was partially graphic, so the
dictionary wasn't needed, yet it was old!

They knew this place was what they came to see
it smelled musty, they didn't stop, but the
darkness required them to touch the walls with their hands
the tunnel was made for small people, silently
bending their heads in prayer and old-
fashioned Guidonian-hand reading

Outside the tunnel, the sun shined for all the
plants in a garden of herbs so old
a close kitchen, clean as the cook's hands
was swept and orderly for the visitors to see
they hoped for lunch and menu-reading
but they curiously looked around, too silently

By the time lunch was cold and old
with book and score-filled hands,
they were ready to be alone--but not silently

Ms. Haiku wrote:

This was very cool to read. I think the last 3 lines have to include all 6 words, though.

Ugh! I didn't realize that!