Mozart wrote symphonies

I wondered what the divine inspiration

Composers like Mozart and Bach and Beethoven

Created from.

I wondered what earthly thing

Could possibly possess them

To make music out of their hearts,

Souls,

Brains,

Lives,

And make it so beautiful

It is still played today.

I see, now.

Mozart wrote symphonies

Of the blue of the sky

The green of the grass

The pine trees and leaves and dappled sunlight shining through branches;

He wrote to capture the beauty of magnificent stars,

Carve stories upon the winding gravel path we all travel,

Connected but not.

He wrote symphonies

Movements

Cadenzas

Sonatas

Concertos

Of the purity of the world,

The universe,

Right here.

Enough to slow everything down

And make everyone feel

Notice

Love

Come together

Here

This place.

Mozart wrote symphonies,

Of new dawns and new days

Of new places to wander

And new joys to be made;

He wrote symphonies of right now,

As time seems to slow,

The dandelions,

Wishes,

Running across a meadow.

He wrote symphonies of everything

Capturing all of life's pain and beauty,

And just like other composers and musicians

Before and after

We revere and we admire

The works he conjured up

From such a spectacular vision,

To see the world like this.