Nazi Men And Mozart's Concert Poem by Dmitry Wild

Music flies from the fingers through the big black speakers
Into our reluctant ears the sea of sounds, emotions, caresses
Explodes inside, intensely we soar among the dead, like a wolf and a prey
Between the rugs and carpets, pirouettes lifted, dropped, lost forever.

Mozart floats above in the sky, smiling like a mischievous child
In front of his eyes, the orchestra plays what was destined to be alive, forever alive
His wing curls, the rippled clouds, his soft hair, unfolds like a veil
In his hair floats the devil face, for every brilliant note you have to pay

Chuang Tzu floats behind him, smiling like an old sage
Half of him is an old man, the other half is a young samurai
Fireworks, colored stars detonate visions in our eyes, roman theater masks,
Truth told and untold, all passes by, to come back again, some other time as those words
But Nazi Man with megaphones will not let me enjoy leftovers of this beautiful concert

'GO HOME, PARK IS CLOSED'
THIS IS MY HOME, MY BABYLON,
Mr. JACK, JOHN and ALL THE REST WHO ARE DEAD!
I SCREAM BACK AT THEM