Amadeus - Amade

Amadeus - Amade Where! Where to honor you, Amadeus – In the city of the waltz – In palaces gilded with golden light In cathedral dust, forgotten, In mountain havens Or their ascending heights? What place – What faceless stone - Bids your spirit rest – what marker Bids auf wierdersehen Amadeus? The city where the river blue Still flows – Eternal life and inspiration - Forgets where it’s adopted Mountain child lies – Nor did it care when last You gave your soul in soaring melody Opening for a tone deaf world The gates of Heaven’s song – Eternal symphony of God and man. No master’s requiem wept upon The winter day When winter stilled The life within your flowing harmony – The waltzing world Quickly spun away From genius haunted by night music – To see the dust of history cast anonymity Upon a pauper’s place beneath a tiny star Where jealous mediocrity hides you. Among the graves of common man Envy hides your mortal bones Unmarked, unknown, unsung – Momentary crushed - Until the light of purest sound escapes – The soul of music you set free - in fantasies - In plaintive prologues - flutes of magic spells - Slowly swirls above haunted dreams Shattering shrouds of soundless bonds To echo forever in perfect notes. Where! Where to honor you Amadeus? Not within a city of rococo gates – Nor shouted from ancient mountain walls – Your serenades released to the shepherd King, Born from inspiration’s boneless soul, Spin in arias through layers of earthbound airs, Rise slowly beyond portals of mortality; Your melodies – crescendos in ecstasy Flowing from the eternal child resolved - Consummated - liberated – set free!