Coachmen And Madmen - Poem by gershon hepner
His tunes were so simple the coachmen could sing it,
but some were so complex they thought he was mad,
though they were spontaneous he never would wing it;
yet nothing was scratched out on Mozart’s scratch pad.
Since his music was lovely, he went out of fashion,
like Raphael thought to be far too naïve;
rediscovered as Bach was by Mendlessohn, passion
as great as St. Matthew’s deserved its reprieve.
In 1784, after Mozart left Salzburg to work in Vienna in 1784 he wrote six extraordinary piano concertos and wrote to his father Leopold that he was writing tunes that were so simple coachmen could sing it although some people thought he was mad.
Comments about Coachmen And Madmen by gershon hepner
Read this poem in other languages
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
Still I Rise
The Road Not Taken
If You Forget Me
Edgar Allan Poe
Stopping By Woods On A Snowy Evening
Do Not Stand At My Grave And Weep
Mary Elizabeth Frye
I Do Not Love You Except Because I Love You