out of early cloud
before the sun broke
stood Mozart, reciting passages
from the Illiad and
various compositions,variations.

in an instant,time and memory
melted into musical melodies.

on such a morning, who could
possibly comprehend what was unfolding
nor summon events so long
in holding distance.

the motion of the wind massed
great orchestrations from other
great composers

enchanting,untainted compositions
that scarred the sunlight and spilled
the senses between a long-ago yesterday

and a tomorrow not yet alive....
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