Standing in front
of Mozarts house
in the Old City of Salsburg,
under the circle
of the moon,
I felt his presence,
but I felt yours more.
I am always lonely
for your music,
but on this night,
in a concert hall
baroque in style,
where Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart
performed with his father
over 200 years ago,
a piano and a 300 year old violin
made by Antonio Stradivari,
sang Mozart's melody
with a clear voice,
worthy of your elegance
and gentle spirit
that was one with the night.
The world was silent
the day you died,
but on this night,
the sky was filled with music
of symphonic intensity,
rich with your fragrance,
anchored by your spirit,
conquered by your heart.
© JOHN PISCATELLA
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