The room was empty save for a bare wooden table

Mozart was by the door and I asked for his approval

He did not speak but stared at the light window

Which was shuttered by heavy wooden blinds

I am Elisabeth I said I am Elisabeth of the Marshes

Mozart pulled the wooden blinds apart and revealed

The wide expanses of the moonlit sea of sand shifting

A shadow of a smile crossed his narrow face

It was then that I knew that he approved of me

And that my Henry House would be his new home