If ever anyone did
he embodied the possibility of perfection,
wrote his first symphony at eight,
first opera at twelve,
faithful to the classical tradition,
never a revolutionary,
life too brief
for the greatest composer who ever lived,
said Haydn.
He is product today of mythology
and Hollywood,
the pauper who earned in his final year
the equivalent of a hundred gees,
tax free.
Fluent in several tongues,
he penned pornographic letters,
loved to talk dirty,
victim of mental disorder
some called genius,
others Tourette’s Syndrome:
unable to control sudden outbursts
of obscenities or flatulence,
having been known to pass wind
in the midst of
Eine Kleine Nachtmusik.
Had he reached my age
he would have lived two lifetimes.
His tombstone reads
Here Rests Mozart’s Widow’s Second Spouse.
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sorry I am giggling...wind is a funny thing to me-hee hee
well well well....escaping embodiments....legumes I hear (lol) were his favorite dish.....
Peace, Love & Poetry
Vickie
rockie
'till love and fame to nothingness do sink' ...I'm not sure why Keats' words come to mind but they do, even if they don't apply, or do they? I love your telling, the little details and moments made significant and that awful inscription on the stone of a genius, effortless and fluent and troubled. He lives every day with me, it's a compulsion, an unbreakable devotion.
John
Per "Amadeus": "Only talent concerns a woman of taste."
Be always safe,
Karen
Cheers,
Dan
Newfie Hugs, Rose
Great tribute, Gene. :0) --Charlie
(I invite you to read my "Emily" and "Hail to Tchaikovsky" in my classics section.) I love chatting about music. I'm nuts about the stuff!