Mozart On My Ribs
Mozart playing
horn concerto # 4
my ribs like ebony keys of
his piano
my thoughts like birds coming
out from a rusty cage
my heart rising out from my chest
like soul from my body
on the other hand
how softly the leaves fall from the branches of the tree
so musically numbered.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa

Submitted by Poetry Lover
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