every note exact as Mozart
the performer is naked in this music
he has nowhere to hide
his music flickers from major to minor even in the same bar
some warm some tragic the notes are economic as his life was short
both arrayed in a pauper’s unmarked grave
a tumbrill a casket his journey bleak and luminous at the same time
their beauty austere and grave as any splendid tomb
the keys to its entrance rattling like the jailor of time itself tumbles
archaic locks of the past
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