A Poem For Mozart's Birthday

Two hundred sixty-nine years ago,
A spark of genius began to glow,
A child of wonder, destined to play,
Wolfgang Amadeus came our way.

In Salzburg’s streets, his notes took flight,
A prodigy born to bring delight.
With keys and strings, his hands would weave,
Melodies that time can't leave.

From symphonies grand to operas divine,
His music transcends the bounds of time.
Though centuries pass, his genius stays,
A beacon through the endless days.

So let us honor this radiant flame,
Whose timeless art still sings his name.
Wolfgang Amadeus, born to inspire,
A soul of music, passion, and fire.