To Mozart Poem by Carol Mays

To Mozart



Upon hearing what you heard
And relayed with such devotion,
The soul arises as a bird from a puddle,
Shaking off its present adsorptions,
Abandoning its own reflection,
Drawn toward an infinite horizon,
It's nudged along by wind-borne petals,
Entranced by a piercing blue
In a sheer, receptive sky.

Sunday, July 14, 2013
Topic(s) of this poem: flight,freedom,inner joy,music,soul,spirituality
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