Mysterious Mozart

Unpremeditated music is the true gauge which measures the current of our thoughts, the very undertow of our life's stream. - Thoreau

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down at the park today

sitting atop a drain pipe as if riding a horse

this pipe jutting out from the rocks lining the inlet

directing last night's rain

this man in a fedora

waving his arms like a conductor without a baton

this way and that

up and down

side to side

waves and circles

clockwise and counter

the harbor sitting quietly in mesmerized audience

me, watching from afar on my usual bench with a bewildered curiosity

what is this man doing

is he on something

does he know something that i don't

has he gone somewhere that i won't

is he just a misguided lunatic

with an invisible stick

playing the part

performing his art

like a mysterious mozart

Author's Note

“If we respected only what is inevitable and has a right to be, music and poetry would resound along the streets. When we are unhurried and wise, we perceive that only great and worthy things have any permanent and absolute existence, that petty fears and petty pleasures are but the shadow of the reality. This is always exhilarating and sublime.” - Thoreau

Reviews

[lightsong]

dear Pete, I hear You... I hear your own words and music and I can't agree more with your description sentence. this mysterious man is a leader of that moment, a moment that feels endless, timeless, and with or without audience his message will be received in a way or another, and You already know this.

[Pete]

i actually observed a man doing this in the park yesterday and knew right away that it deserved a write. it was a very strange sight to say the least but who am i needing to know, needing to make sense of it. yoga or a form of meditation/relaxation perhaps. maybe he really was conducting. who knows. he's free and seemingly happy and maybe that's all that matters. as my muse wrote a long time ago, “Men profess to be lovers of music, but for the most part they give no evidence in their opinions and lives that they have heard it.” this man heard his, i hear mine and that is all that matters. thanks so much for sharing thoughts ... :)

[lightsong]

Thank You SO much for sharing more of your wonderful story with me that I can see it all more clearly, your quote says it all, this man is honest with himself that's why he is happy, You are honest with yourself too dear Pete and as You say that's what matters, for each one of us to be true and honest to his/her role(s) in this life no matter how strange it may be, this man's music is different than yours, he hears his, You hear yours :)

[John the Baptist]

I'd say he was on something. Probably cheap wine.

[Pete]

that's a pretty good guess, especially in this city but i think there was more to it than that - it went on for a long time and seemed more ritualistic or premeditated. a few days later there was another guy sitting up in one of the small trees that line the walkway overlooking the inlet. getting a better view perhaps or maybe a connoisseur of the same vintage. eccentric billionaires maybe - what the heck - jeff bezos (amazon) and "sir" richard branson (virgin brands) are going up in rockets beyond gravity. who knows but interesting stuff to say the least - things you don't see everyday. the park is named "heritage park" - quite a heritage huh ... :)

[John the Baptist]

Boston must be an interesting place in which to live.