powdered wigs and
gilded carriages,
Mozart in Salzburg,

denim and
silver d-lash cargo
rings,
your arrival

a pinnacle of
symphony,
instruction in
organ,

clavier, violin,
play me blindfolded,
hands free, concert
from 6 to 12,

contrapuntal, in balance
shockingly voluptuous,
I feel the center of your
work, comes deep, understanding
buffed in opera, ah, that piece,

famous legend will assert the
meeting of two composers, us,
Rock Me Amadeus, give the world
something to talk about,

the orchestra reaches quite the
unusual coda of the last movement,
yet another plausible,

as Mozart whispered to Ferdinand
Ries while listening to Mozart's
Piano Concerto No. 24, "We'll
never think of anything like that!"

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