{From My Commonplace}

A Minuet of Mozart's by Sara Teasdale

Across the dimly lighted room

The violin drew wefts of sound,

Airily they wove and wound

And glimmered gold against the gloom.

I watched the music turn to light,

But at the pausing of the bow,

The web was broken and the glow

Was drowned within the wave of night.

A bit meta here: art about art.  Read this one aloud and delight in it.

"Mommy, hear the rhythm?  It's like music!  Oh--It's like Mozart!"

Yes, yes it is.