My Mozart


Little man,
not little in my eyes.
A genius
so misunderstood.

Your soul
sings like
an angelic aria.

My heart hears
your desire
in harmony.

My eyes dance
to the beauty
that you have given.

Little man,
not little in my eyes.
A genius
so misunderstood.

No one knew,
save you,
your perfection!

What need I
for common sounds
in three-quarter time?

Play for me your dreams
and make mine
come to life!





J.B.D. 1/3/99
Dedicated to Johannes Chrysostomus Wolfgang Theophilus Mozart for giving us the purest form of music and his genius!

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