Wolf, wolf, wolf.
That was his name.
The boy with the grinning eyes.
The blonde hair tied back in a bow.
Mein klein Wolfie.
He was a genius.
I knew it as soon as I saw it.
Quick fingers
That scaled the shimmering ivories.
Mein klein Wolfie.
And he was mad.
Still a child at twenty three.
With a giggle and a grin,
Ah, but he made me laugh.
Mein klein Wolfie.
And he frustrated me
With his less than proper ways
With his manner
But, oh, he was fabulous.
Mein klein Wolfie.
By thirty five he was gone.
Taken by an illness
Late at night when I was not there.
Bis dann, he said.
Mein klein Wolfie.
There was no funeral.
None for the little wolf.
I watched as he was buried.
Just I, alone
Staying for Mein klein Wolfie.
Bis dann, Wolfgang.
YOU ARE READING
Mein klein Wolfie.
FanfictionSo, I've been thinking a lot about nations and their best composers with my dear friend Helena. Mainly Austria and Mozart. So, now I have a head cannon that Austria loved the little crazy guy as a best friend and I have written poetry for their rela...
