Mozart in E-flat Major
(Hsia Yü)
I turn around.
I feel Monday’s well-shaven face lightly
caress my left shoulder
most cherished part
most crucial here and now
…..
So which Mozart piece was the poet referencing in this title?
Unknown.
I choose to believe it is the Adagio in Eb Major (from Sonata K. 457 in C Minor); In rondo form, (ABACA) it keeps returning to the known, the familiar.
The Adagio is tranquil, gentle, and intimate.
Like the caress of a bare face on a bare shoulder. 
