The Sound of Salzberg

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This Sound of Salzburg, a do-re- me?
‘Tis symbolic sound of crashing deals,
‘Tis turning of those meshing wheels.

Those meshing wheels will chew you up
‘Spit me out - I’m something good?
Has my deal been understood?’

Step forward now and firmly claim,
That lonely goatherd path as yours,
It leads us to those cliff edge doors.

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I have confidence in none of this,
It’s curtains for us all,
Uncle Max, just take the stage and stall.

So long, farewell… it’s looking like goodbye,
A deal not reached, no mountain climbed,
To that we’re now resigned.

I hate to have to say it, but I very firmly feel -
Nothing comes from nothing,
Nothing ever could.
©Keith Murphy