Mozart play it lightly
Mozart...I told you to play silently...don't let the children
hear...they might get ideas of freedom and individualism,
Shy...yet composed you are...the piano slinging sounds around like a
banshee midnight madness,
What has become of beauty...classical masterpieces battered and rammed
by unbelievable sonnets,
Songs of love and fragility...might and magic don't compose alone
without a sponsored soul in likened thoughts.
Brands and labels do make your talent...play it lightly so that the
nightingales sing your ready verses...play it soundly to allow castle
walls to fall in light of enlightenment,
The bands of people robbing and stealing in the valleys and rivers all
around us stop to listen to the music...piano melodies ringing the air
like church bells,
The catholic church persuades your bountiful soul to present musical
angels that whip around every corner...every nook and cranny,
Play it softly...let all hear the sounds and allow the pierced arrow
of love found thee carriage of musical horses.
Turn...turn the key to put your music on the speedway to wealth and
popularity...the people adore you...the kings bow before you,
Mozart I ready you...canny wits and roots found your calling...the
sword to the flesh of a wilder beast vows thee,
Up there somewhere...in the clouds so impossibly high...raincoats made
of lightning bolts shatter whole villages,
But your songs comfort the people in dire straits...wealth doesn't
phase your imperial dynasty...musical genius you.
Pig no horse no cow chew the grass you walk on...miraculous healing
adorned from your musical back droppings,
Hamlet and shake sphere watch and listen from their limitless
abodes...civilizations dance with wars and culture alike in your
Kids with genius capabilities have heard your tones in their
womb...show us more...present us with unlimited possibilities oh
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