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  • Neither a lofty degree of intelligence
    nor imagination nor both together go
    to the making of genius. Love, love,
    love, that is the soul of genius

    Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart

    Two Mozart Sonatas

    1. Circles within circles spread slowly
    over a lake of golden glass.
    I stroll through an ancient garden,
    pondering imponderables
    as your leaves of fire
    dance airy minuets
    down through this twilight sky.

    2. We spin through crystal chambers
    of your inner universe.
    Memories seduce my mind
    with chimes of glass and ice.
    You are always with me,
    here in these serenades,
    these infinite constellations,
    your songs that fly faster than light.

    (Photograph by Alex in Natural Wilderness, in the 3-D virtual world of Second Life)
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