Morning Mozart.

For what more could I ask?

I had a good night’s sleep,

My lover by my side.

I arise in the dark morning,

Come down the stairs,

Put on the radio.

And there playing for me

Was that wonderful music,

That wonderful music of Mozart.

Such a glorious day had started

With Mozart’s Clarinet Concerto.

That Concerto started my day,

Started my day so well.

I know from this start

My day will be wonderful.

  • Author: Goldfinch60 (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: September 27th, 2022 01:04
  • Comment from author about the poem: Sir Thomas Beecham once said that in all music only the first note and the last note matter, except with Mozart where every note matters.
  • Category: Reflection
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  • Doggerel Dave

    I sensed the invigoration you felt,
    Experienced your wonderful day.
    Is there a day of yours which is not delt
    with other than joy and hope’s shining ray?

    Go for it Andy.

    • Goldfinch60

      Every day I get up from my bed is wonderful Dave.


    • orchidee

      Good write Gold. Was Beecham referring to my singing?! lol. First and last, and a load of caterwauling in between.

    • Dove

      Beautiful, and I like the thoughts of music…. I think every note is important, the in between keeps you floating

      • Goldfinch60

        Thank you Dove, music has been in my life since I was born and always will be.


      • crypticbard

        And now mine is equally so with poem on top of a useful YouTube link to a Mozart concierto that I haven't heard in a while. This is a golden combination!

        • Goldfinch60

          Most kind cb, thank you.


        • Poetic Dan

          Oh I do love it and if not for you I'd probably forget.....forever a tweet on my shoulder 😉
          Always appreciated
          Much peace and respect

          • Goldfinch60

            Thank you Dan, much appreciated.


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