SaltzburgA Poem by emmajoygreenand what it meansWhen visiting Saltzburg years ago, I walked its streets an' passages, wanting what was shared with its many visitors to feel an' hear the great man's magic in a city, not only his birthplace but - heritage an' memoriall. Thus his music shadowed each tourist's footstep an' gasp. Like many a traveller, had yearned an' prayed for for a wrap of sound that would outlive my life.. yet, would echo whenever the need for more might invade my longing for no less than what was a a transcription of black figures birthed into sounds so beautiful, they sounded like a celestial murmur How much I was blessed as - to my amazement many, many was the moment I'd reach a corner where music students were playing a piece of Mozart's music watched an' listened by mesmerised visitors, stood stock still. The Maestro's wonders flew off away about the city as if to share what was his august an' rightful memorial As each piece of music ended listeners would place palm to palm to applaud as that glorious work soared like a murmuration of beautiful birds flying towards heaven - a true celestial auditorium, space itself everlasting accompanied by tourists an' those wearing the Loden. The venerated composer created magic, created his very own idea of an out of this world Heaven, which - finally, surrendered the idea to all of those who wish to guess the secret of what creativety truly means. For those unsure are echoes lingering in space ... drifting towards those who cherish true beauty.
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3 Reviews Added on August 14, 2025 Last Updated on September 26, 2025 AuthoremmajoygreenDorchester, Dorset, United KingdomAboutGhibran, ' To melt and be like a running brook that sings its melody to the night.' More short story writer than poet but I try! Garden designer/speaker. Enjoy theatre, cinema, the Arts. Adventu.. more.. |

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