I heard your voice that night,

The scale and notes perfectly right.

The air flowing in trance,

As if in a careless dance.

The instruments trying to produce the best for your repertoire,

But they too were helpless and ashamed looking for 'purdah'.

Never before in my life had I blamed the almighty,

But as I stood there perplexed and filled with anxiety,

Anger filled my heart,

And that day I hated myself for just being Mozart.

I wanted a sweet voice like her,

Too informal and yet sober.

I wanted to sing that song,

I hadn't heard love sing for long.

I wanted to be with her up there,

And take the heavenly path to nowhere.

But I knew only in dreams could there be such a dual,


And I applauded assuming love and god had to be cruel............

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