Inland once more,
exiled from shore’s
festival of light and color,
old rose horizons at dusk and dawn,
midday ombrế of blues and green,
night sky lighted by the hunter and his dog,
but back now to dullsville,
empire of emptiness,
rhythm of the sea replaced
by racket of the city,
when of a sudden,
a moment of magic,
Sinfonia .Concertante in e-Flat,
and I am mesmerized by Mozart,
captured, enraptured,
flooded, frozen in ecstasy,
no need for anything else,
no room for anything more,
a fullness,
a wholeness
until it ends.
And now I write these words
in black on white
with reverential remembrance
and awareness
that I can go there again
and this time
take you with me:
you, me and Mozart.
January 3, 2010
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