mozart's magic

I felt the musical magic of Vienna, more alive than the night before (see “if this is love”), as I watched an organ concert inside of the beautiful St. Peter’s Cathedral in the Old Town.

I imagined the same cathedral pouring out praises for Mozart, of Bach, all the legends of this town. My eyes, wide-open like a child on Christmas morning, my heart alive and mind working overtime to process the excitement.

“Create! Create because you were created,” the Composer shouts from the Heavens. I thank the Lord for music that ignites the soul, that sets a fire inside of us to create.

the organ blasts, reminding me of past
buildings where God lived and I confessed sins,
where i first purchased fire insurance
and later was given life and breath.

i come to your holy hill, reverent for You,
hoping you’ll move and begin something new,

reminiscent of saturday’s dressed in black,
in celebration of bride and groom,
but the marriage of love
was the place of the skull and an empty tomb.