Her Little Black Dress
It was perfect for any occasion, with
the right accessories, like the traveling
pieces Mozart carried court to court.
No matter what style or instrument
the reigning virtuoso favored, violin
or piano left-hand, the master would have
just the thing to sparkle an entertainment.
Just so. One small stone would sparkle
at her throat, or her left hand, to favor
the violet of her eyes. A virtuoso
she was, a Mozart in the instrument
of style. Perfectly right, one dress
would carry her, court to court, as she
traveled through life on her accessories.
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