It is 5 December. For so many years humanity has been waiting for you to come back. Your music has survived and will go on. But we miss your living heart, your soul enlightened by a divine feeling of harmony! For you have been His gift, which we have not loved enough when He took you back.
You, Mozart, harrowing light of the darkness that surrounds us! In your park clad in mourning dress, the leaves of winter are whispering your name. It is 5 December. A serene calm overtaken by the night until the world abandoned itself to the despair of understanding it had lost you for ever! If only we could, through our love, resurrect your fragile being, so you could smile to us again, you, Mozart, majestically sleeping in our soul! If only you could hear how it hurts to know you were summoned forever there where only angels shiver as they listen to you! Oh, Mozart, it is night, the total, endless night in a day of 5 December! A day in which both you and we died a little…
Mozart, Mozart, Mozart, celestial echo of humanity’s child…
Click on the image to be there. To leave a rose where he rests. To feel tears in your heart reading the emotional poetry of Merisi’s words and images. To say a prayer for the one loved by God: Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart, and thank him for the precious gift of his divine, uneven music.
© Claudiu Iordache – published with the author’s permission
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