Confessions

If you have something to confess
Do it now give yourself some peace.

Of course i knew god had arranged it all
That was obvious one one minute i was here
Frustrated boy in an obscure little town
The next i was here.

But what did it matter?
He adored my music
Everybody like me
I like myself
Until he came.

My music it started without me!

What was god up to?
My heart was filling up
With such hatred for that little man
For the first time in my life
I began to know really violent thoughts.

All i ever wanted
Was to sing to god
He gave me that longing
Then made me mute!

Why?
Tell me that.

If he didn't want me
To appraise him with music
Why implant the desire?
Like a lust in my body
And then deny me the talent!

Naturally the italians! of course!
Always the italians!

They are musical idiots!
And you want them
To judge my music?

Because you choose for your instrument
A boastful lustful smutty infantile boy
And give me for the reward only the ability
To recognise the incarnation.

Because you are unjust!
Unfair unkind!
I will block you
I swear it!

Maestro salieri
At last!
Such an immense joy. diletto straordinario!

Grazie signore.