Mozart
Writing by light,
alone by the keys.
Scratching the paper
with ink stained ease.
The candle is dancing
halfway through.
Smoking its life
in spirals of fire.
Cee to bee,
in major and seventh.
Each note a message.
Each note like a prayer.
Each line a rope,
a grasp at the smoke,
a leap to the ceiling,
the sky
and the light.