In The Air

Mozart, unlike any sound, any name.
Unerring equivalence.
Take it to any bank.

Then back he comes, new and rich,
with friendly sounds completely in accord,
with none of those jealousies
famous among woodwinds.

Funny that so many sounds fit,
so many fitting sounds, that place
doesn't enter into them; like an intruder
at the door, place comes with hard knuckles
banging; there is no need, here,
in the air, with Mozart.