The Music Was Mozart
Search the skies for scattered music
lift me up on Mozarts' joy,
wild and wanton
he was baudy
just a naughty man and boy.
how his genius overshadows
anything the man had done
strange the muse
can take the measure
of the soul and truth has won.
Music never was his master
just a toy he brought along,
from his childhood
like the comfort
of a baby's evening song
like the color of the fabric
of the universe at hand,
Mozart 's music is eternal
as the human heart is grand.
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