Wolfgang Amadeus Blackbird
Most nights he serenades me
outside my bedroom window
hidden in dense cedar needles
his compositions accompanying
my nocturnal preparations
While bulbul and crow practice
their scales hardly deviating
from accustomed themes
he (God bless his ingenuity)
sings endless variations
seldom repeating himself
and when he does
it’s always with some surprising
little warble shifting almost
seamlessly from orange beak major
to black wing minor and back again
Tonight he’s moved his perch
to the pine tree as he chirps
another multi-movement divertimento
and I, sleep denied,
bless him, curse him,
sometimes wish to murder him
Slipping at last into sleep I see
Salieri preparing his devilish plot
and in delightful flashback,
young Mozart playing improvisations,
lifted horizontal by his fellows
hands effortless over his head
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