Mozart's voice

Sometimes Wolfgang wakes me up to play...

If shadow and light were to unite ,

it would be born, perhaps ,

wandering spirits in a children's story ?

And if at the pilgrim's pace ,

the diamond blending in  with 

the stone on the path ,

stirred up alchemy in the sweetness 

of an Eden morning ?

Here,I'm enamored with the ethereal scent

of a distant musk that calls and eludes me

like Marylin 's Chanel ,confusing  senses

and blushing roses ...

I no longer know where night begins

and  autumnal desire in the air...

And if the tree and the wave 

composed a symphony ?

 Poet,throwing pen and mask 

in the face of the wind .

 Finally freed from this curse !

 Then descending from a passing cloud

I will return to you ,wrapped in a skin

of spell and a few other puzzles...

Could you imagine,magic and love

composing an elixir from the hair 

of our hidden harvests ?

I am this romantic liar

who engraves the echos of passion

on the bark of another era...

 Sorcerer's apprentice ,robber of innocent

 hearts ,but always a beggar...

 What if fire,finally,offered itself up

to happiness ?

And white and black  mingle in

endless tango and delirant bolero...

I would fall asleep peacefully 

in the arms of a doll ,painted blue 

and prelude...

 Are there so many equations ,

that only the dizzying silence 

can answer ?

Am I just a misguided polymath 

in search of transmutation 

in a locked divine software ?

Or is it just the unfathomable 

vertigo of immortality ?

 Only Mozart's voice in the quantum

will tell me ...