Wednesday, May 28, 2014


When he was a roving teenager,
Racketing from town to town,
Learned sign language. He wrote Nannerl,
His sister, that, bored in
He was eating  peaches and melons
And amusing himself by signing.
In some other world his old age
Brought forth what many deemed
His finest work: an opera
Made from gesture and silence
And the memory of Italian peaches.

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