Killing Mozart

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.