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.
Comments4
Such a way with words! Excellent opener to the week. Be blessedποΈππ»
Hello dear arqios, very kind of you, looks like it may be a very long week. Thank you Sir. πΉ
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 ποΈππ»
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.
Thank you my dear sorrenbarrett, I also have a next door neighbour who is trying to kill me with her terrible violin π» π lol
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! π©Έπ€£ Wonderful job, Teddy. Love this. A fave for sure! πΉπ
Like cats wining π€£ it's all too much even the dogs howl. Thank you dear Tristan. πΉ
LOL! π Yeah, dogs are sensitve to sound...particularly high pitched whining! LOL! You are most welcome, dear friend.
Brilliant work, sweet Teddy.
My neighbour must never know about this particular scribble π€£ thank you my sweet Thomas. πΉ
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