Dedication To A Legend: Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart

 
How I caress this every moment I sip,
From your sacred cup
That flows over, majestically, in perpetrating wonder.

Whose waterfalls of radiant genius
Never quench me,
Nor the multitudes, who have knelt so often before you.

You’ve expressed an infinity, about this world or the next,
With mellifluous thoughts,
That no mere mastermind shall ever dare ponder, but the Eternal Himself.

Your music pours into us the woman we want to make love to:
"Elvira Madigan" -
The woman who touched our dreams, making your beauty known to this day’s generation.

But your triumphant pen has exulted for centuries before her,
Over the world’s greatest orchestras,
Since you’d become the youngest ever, child of the universe.

I live off those manic-depressive concertos and symphonies,
And somehow feel,
Whatever you felt, producing the legend encrusted upon your memory today.

I look in veneration at your bust of bronze, that personifies the ultimate depth a soul could ever reach,
Atop any purple vestment,
Amounting to a lifetime more than any worthless diamond or ruby.

My mouth locks in awe, when I stand trembling at your internment,
Unmarked, for strange reason;
But its epitaph shall never cringe under the skies of adverse tongues.

Lie safe in peaceful rest, O King! For no mere mortal shall ever lift your crown,
Save Yahweh,
And I know that your spirit will perpetually melt into those minds and hearts who love you.