Mozart On My Ribs Poem by RIC BASTASA

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.

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RIC BASTASA

RIC BASTASA

Philippines
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