The Rhythms That The Balls Produce

Wolfgang Amadeus vexes over
a train of thought that stuck in
to a rut the notes won't budge
and all his melodies are sludge

But when his brain has gone to shards
he finds the game of Billiards
a tonic for his malady of musical
direction
and in his introspection
balls are bouncing
bounding and rebounding
off each other and
the rhythms that the balls produce
are of inestimable use
to Wolfgang Amadeus.

to the tune of "Papageno Drunk", sung by the referee, or referees...