Salieri counts the notes, the hours, the cost. Mozart plays like the light that cannot be lost. One man bends his back to the craft and the strain, the other just breathes and the music falls like rain. Mozart & Salieri — one a gift, one a grind. One drinks the light, one tastes the rind. Genius and villainy — two things that cannot agree. "No truth on earth. No truth above," you see. The poison is poured — no mercy, no prayer. I kill not the man — but the burden I bear. "All say: no truth on earth," — he heard the word. "I am the guardian of art," — he spoke, unheard. But Mozart walked in, light as a flame — and Salieri's envy swallowed his name. Mozart & Salieri — the cup is near. One will fall, one will hear. Genius and villainy — two things that cannot agree. "No truth on earth. No truth above," you see. The poison is poured — no mercy, no prayer. I kill not the man — but the burden I bear. Genius and villainy — two things that never meet. But the cup is here, and the silence is sweet. Not thunder, not judgment, not heaven's decree — just the stain on the soul that only I can see. Genius and villainy — two things that cannot agree. "No truth on earth. No truth above," you see. The poison is poured — no mercy, no prayer. I kill not the man — but the burden I bear. And Mozart sounds on — and the rest fades away. Mozart...
