TheRealMe1996

Whenever I listen To Piano Concerto No. 23 By Mozart I imagine that what I'm seeing In my mind Is a person's childhood I imagine a young child (Let's say a girl, just to make it easier) Who lives in an opulent mansion Wandering around Pressing her teddy-bear tight Against her chest She's doing what all children do She's exploring Those paintings Hanging at intervals To either side of the hallway Depict giants In the girl's eyes The crimson of the carpet Is like a bloody sea from end-to-end And this she imagines it to be Soon the girl reaches her destination And stares up at the brass door-knob Of her father's study She goes up on tip