Mozart

If any man should have lived forever, it was Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart; taken from us too early!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

MOZART

 

When the bow becomes the lips of an angel,

Kissing the strings of the humble fiddle;

When the flirtacious flute flutters high,

Like a solitary songbird winging across the sky;

When the keyboard of a piano is the ladder

We climb to a space beyond time and matter;

When our breath stops, awaiting the horns,

In remembrance of the past their solemn hum mourns;

When the woodwinds, repeating thoughts of their master,

Sing to us from the soul into which we venture;

When the beat of the music appears to end,

But our spirit leans upon it, like a friend;

We know we were touched by Mozart,

Entering each of us, through our heart.

 

Author's Note

He died of of pneumonia, penniless, and was buried in an unmarked pauper's grave! He was 35 years old (1756-1791.)

Reviews

[FJ Davis]

Wonderfully apt imagery; a lovely-of-lyric and most effective tribute to the late master.
Superior work.

[Branch Isole]

I love the way this poem delivers an orchestrated flow. One can see the veiled image of the bar notes and cleft markings upon the background. Well done.

[Elaenor Aisling]

A lovely poem. As a musician myself I can totally relate to the feelings his music bring up. Love the line "Leans upon it as though a friend". Great work.

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That is firstly a beautifully composed poem/sonnet..He was a master and left us a legacy that continues to delight 300 hundreds years later..at least we know he didn't write for the fame, money or glory..very sad

[The Rock And Roll Cowbo..]

The man will live on through his music,,, a really delightful and creative ode to an everlasting legend.

[Tate Morgan]

BY far realll far this is the best thing I ever read from you very very beautiful!

[Greg the Bard]

Flirtatious as this work it teaches more than enlightens. I love the flow and the image that comes from it. This is a winner.

[Marie Harrison]

But we all know and love his work now!
With a body of work as beautiful as his is
He had to have great passion for his work
Somehow I have to believe it was the joy
Of music that kept him going
Lovely poem.
I love the sound of a violin