Killing Mozart

 
When my Raven comes
he often sits on my ledge 
perched in the middle of my open window
my cypress tree behind him in the background
it's quite a site to see
sandwiched in as he stares at me
sometimes in the mist of morn, as the sun arrives
other times arriving with the blazing sunset 
after a burning hot day, nature quenching its thirst 
he comes to listen to the music of a very bad violin
playing out of tune, oddly he seems to love it
I keep my window open purely for him
he is my guest 
and as the violin continues to play
and believe me
when I use the word play, incredibly loosely
I imagine my raven to be stone-deaf?
because if he isn't
he is definitely encouraging the death of Mozart
and in that case
I’d know, he has a very dark personality
and simply cannot be trusted
because someone, somewhere
very close by,
Is killing Mozart.