The audience waits for an
ecstasy i cannot locate,
a star seeking it's lost
moon. Amadeus censors notes-
freezes mercury. All bird
and whale song is broadcast by
natures television-my ear
closed by an embryonic heaven.
The ghost of Amadeus is my
guide through an inner body
experience, we cross fleshly
plains and the ethereal rains
of thoughts and dreams reaching
God playing a piano.I avoid his
fingers as I jump across the keys.
Amadeus tuned the piano-I ebbed
with it's ecstasies.