If Mozart could compose a piece
And memorize every note
I could not know as well as he
The pretty song he wrote
I therefore am not worthy
To perform this master piece
But should I try even though
My skill's among the least?
I try to learn its movements
But the song grows steadily harder
Almost as if it wants me to stop
And difficulty is it's guarder
I know I cannot attain the skill
Mozart had for this song
But should I keep trying? Is trying still
Considered undecent and wrong?
I'll keep on goign till the notes disappear
Till the music is stolen away
I'll step up to Mozart and be as good
Through this melodic delay
i was at the airport when i tried to reach you,
telling you secrets bandaged in old news papers.
i guess i was expecting you to hear harder
than the plastic tubes and upsurge onto the first flight out here,
with a plaster and a blue flashing light.
i could not explain how i died there
on the terminal floor, with three men with guns not-looking
and a child running by.
this is what heartbreak is, i thought -- a lack of oxygen,
the force of gravity, loss of bone mass, a cot death,
a bulldozer, an assassination, a loss of faith, brain cancer
and three-day seconds where the world floats by
with knives in its eyes
because nobody see