Wolfgang Amadeus stands up
lifts both his musicians hands up
stretches, stops composing tunes
and steps into the Billiards room.
Wolfgang Amadeus lurches
over table where he perches
takes the cue and shoots a ball
and doesn't pocket one at all
likes to bang the balls together
colours run around forever
bouncing circles clack and click
behind the force of wooden stick
light reflects about the spheres
and music comes to Mozart's ears
Wolfgang Amadeus sleeps
and dreams of balls that in the night
will clatter round about the sky
and twinkle in the heaven's bright
and all the music of the spheres
rebounds about in Mozart's ears.
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