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Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart “K.397, Fantasia in D minor”
From hither to thither—
Not once did the hummingbird dither,
Becoming merged with every surging heartbeat of the river.
It swung inward—where nothing stirred
Its loving verse a hummingbird’s assertion to deliver;
A version of creation mother nature reconsidered.
The final curtain propped its wings!
As it cut through each knotted string,
Dropped below the rise of mist,
Charming forth the balm of spring.
O! How it flew—O! How it mused
on how empowered flowers bloomed;
Oddly the North Tower loomed
As though to boast a room with view.
From hither to thither—
Not once did the hummingbird dither,
For it was alert to returning still life to its giver.
Had died in mid-flight at the eye of the river,
Been seen in reflection of melody mirrored.
The sun and the moon bid affectionate glimmer,
And neither confessed great ado.
The ever suggestible hummingbird flew,
Through restless earth blessèd to flourish anew,
Fully invested encouraging bloom
As the perished grounds blossomed—Perfumed.
Its courage attuned to what prophets foredoomed
Was a loss far too great to declare.
From hither to thither—
Not once did the hummingbird dither,
Its will far too famed to ensnare.
The certain air now propped its wings!
As it cut through each knotted string,
Rised above the drifting mist,
Lifted in the charm of spring.
O! How it flew—O! How it mused
on each empowered flower bloomed;
Godly, the North Tower loomed
As deep into the vestibule
The evermore perceptible hummingbird flew.
Richard Charles Stevens
Keeper of The Crimson Quill
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