nobody knows where

Mozart is buried

as if planned

for us to learn

nobody knows where

Mozart is buried

as if arranged like

flowers

fading in a vase

he is buried here I say

in my heart

Mozart is buried in these woods

among these trees

beside the river

he's buried with my brother the

poet

he's buried with my father

with the look he gave me

before he died

nobody knows where

Mozart is buried

as if planned

arranged like 

flowers in a vase

like

the first sprouts in a

garden