Wunderkind Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart was my first musical obsession. Ever since I watched Milos Forman\u2019s cinematographic masterpiece Amadeus as a little girl, I have listened to his music\u2026 his frivolous, ever-optimistic, genious music that filled the room with the innocent joy one can only feel as a child. I fell in love with it, and with the long-dead persona of this composer, whose music is more alive than ever.<\/p>\n
I read several of his biographies and couldn\u2019t help but notice the things we have in common. A high-pitched laugh, for example, and a dextrogyrous, ornamental handwriting. When I visited the Viennan house he and his wife Constanza lived in, I noticed a drawing of his pet attached to the wall. To my bewilderment, the white terrier with brown spots looked exactly like mine. Later, I discovered Mozart had an attention deficit disorder and exhibited motoric tics, just like me. We both looked for the etymological origin of words, and both had our fair share of nocturnal festivities. And just like me, Mozart believed in a divine Creator, as reflected in his name Theophilus, which he latinised into Amadeus, or He Who Loves God.<\/p>\n
And then of course, we both adore the instrument of instruments, the piano, although our ways of canalising that love through the keyboard is obviously beyond comparison. I struggle playing the pieces he composed when he was eight. But my infatuation with music, the art of arts, is great nonetheless.<\/p>\n
Wolfgang\u2019s Chinese astrology sign was a rat, and so is mine. And because rats, and rat people, love being around each other, I like to believe we were friends in a previous incarnation on Earth, sharing the occasional bottle of fermented grape juice while he was showing off his latest sonata for me, in some nocturnal, candle-lit venue.<\/p>\n
Wolfgang had a fragile health and easily fell prey to illness, like me. He had a problematic relationship with his emotionally absent father who he nonetheless loved, and at times, was guilty of a little excessiveness – things that sound very familiar. He despised rules, and quickly verbalised his thoughts in a politically incorrect way, lacking diplomacy and unafraid to offend. Like me.<\/p>\n
So Maestro, if we ever meet again in the Hereafter, could I please request one brief moment of your tutorship? Even a selfie will do \u2013 you are most probably too busy composing heavenly concertos up there, for a public more appreciative than the current earthlings.
\nYour genious brought so much happiness into my life. Thank you.<\/p>\n
I end this reflection with a phrase the Polish-French romantic mastodon Fryderyk Franciszek Chopin uttered on bis death bed to his friend Franchomme: \u201cVous jouerez du Mozart en m\u00e9moire de moi\u201d.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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