Mozart

Mozart

How could I even begin to paint a picture of you?
Should I sketch the history of your life?
That of your family
Of your hardship
Your handicap
Your rebellion
of suppression
Your Insight
Your energy
Your sweetness
Your chivalry
Your rawness
Your intent
Your passion
Your weakness
Your strength
Your humour
Your love
Your hate
Your misguided fate
Your icing on the cake
Your dance
the trance.
And meek
So discreet!
How nice
So precise
A soldier
The Knight
Trepidation
Humiliation
Your feather touch
How it means so much
To this soul
To feel, and be
you touched, and felt
Oh, how we melt
And dance, and know
And how you grew
as we grow
In such a short space
How we feel your grace
No need to ask why
composition guides us to that sky
Those notes that sing
unfolding those wings
The genius that you are
Always, and by far
That primal voice
Outcasts society's noise

By Lorna Cameron