Roz Kaveney (rozk) wrote,
Roz Kaveney
rozk

And the next composer is...

Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart

The cracking voice of his last hours alive
singing sad notes that Sussmayr took down,
'Give them eternal rest - give me...' A frown -
he hoped perhaps his music would survive

as Handel's had. It had to, for the sake
of poor Constanze. He wished he had gone
to London, that he'd been a better son.
Closset came round, insisted that he take

hot wine, and slapped some ice around his head.
He sang the Lacrimosa, just eight bars,
he knew the rest. Notes flickering like stars
up on the ceiling - and he fell back dead

and turned to music, music that can pray
dance, lust, entwine - severe, intense and gay.
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