Killing Mozart

Teddy.15

 

When my Raven comes

he often sits on my ledge 

perched in the middle of my open window

my cypress tree behind him in the background

it's quite a site to see

sandwiched in as he stares at me

sometimes in the mist of morn, as the sun arrives

other times arriving with the blazing sunset 

after a burning hot day, nature quenching its thirst 

he comes to listen to the music of a very bad violin

playing out of tune, oddly he seems to love it

I keep my window open purely for him

he is my guest 

and as the violin continues to play

and believe me

when I use the word play, incredibly loosely

I imagine my Raven to be stone-deaf?

because if he isn't

he is definitely encouraging the death of Mozart

and in that case

I’d know, he has a very dark personality

and simply cannot be trusted

because someone, somewhere

very close by

Is killing Mozart.

 
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  • arqios

    Such a way with words! Excellent opener to the week. Be blessedπŸ•ŠοΈπŸ™πŸ»

    • Teddy.15

      Hello dear arqios, very kind of you, looks like it may be a very long week. Thank you Sir. 🌹

      • arqios

        We are here the whole week when time allows... so there should be some refuge be it brief. Things could still turn around albeit in a meandering fashion πŸ•ŠοΈπŸ™πŸ»

      • sorenbarrett

        I don't think that anyone can kill him anymore since I am sure I did as a kid when I too the violin. No one that does not have perfect pitch should play it, without frets it requires a discerning ear and perfect spatial perception and I have neither. A wonderful write Teddy and it reminds me of how music is often my muse so closely associated with poetry and emotion.

        • Teddy.15

          Thank you my dear sorrenbarrett, I also have a next door neighbour who is trying to kill me with her terrible violin 🎻 πŸ˜† lol

        • Tristan Robert Lange

          Ah. Love how death fits into this and the twisted and, need I say, brilliant ending! Indeed, I think I must have been near by. My ears are still bleeding! 🩸🀣 Wonderful job, Teddy. Love this. A fave for sure! πŸŒΉπŸ‘

          • Teddy.15

            Like cats wining 🀣 it's all too much even the dogs howl. Thank you dear Tristan. 🌹

            • Tristan Robert Lange

              LOL! πŸ˜‚ Yeah, dogs are sensitve to sound...particularly high pitched whining! LOL! You are most welcome, dear friend.

            • Thomas W Case

              Brilliant work, sweet Teddy.

              • Teddy.15

                My neighbour must never know about this particular scribble 🀣 thank you my sweet Thomas. 🌹



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