Mozart Poem by Max Dinckmann

Mozart



Purists and the pure of heart
praise his music clear to heaven's gates,
claiming it surpasses the voice of angels
which – take note – they've never heard!
Perhaps. But any opinion based on
facts unfounded often has the ring
of credulity. The antidote is simple:
read his letters to his dear mama
(auf Deutsch, if you care to) , and it will
be clear that Mozart's angelic voice
often rose no higher than his chamber pot.

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