Chasing Shadows with Mozart
Projection hues
and shared, pastoral harmonies
resonate
and glow amber
memories of infancy.
Will you sing?
The immortal enchantments
‘round cabin stoves
that rose up
perpetually,
like smoke-woven nimbus bards,
showered tradition on our families.
Will you rest?
Centuries of droplets
that settled wide eyes
bond us ‘cross oceans,
conjuring a chorus
of ancestral children
and their caregivers.
Will you dream?
Tones of experience
sound their longing
for me to cherish
and endure the torture
inherent to the voice
of innocence dwindling.
Will you wake?
