“Maestro, a little night music, please.”
And with that one command/request, the young songwriter retreated to his chamber to compose himself. Oh yeah, and also to compose the music.
By some accounts it was a warm summer night in Vienna. And as Wolfie sat at his desk he could hear people enjoying themselves in the streets below the window of his room. But somehow he managed to tune them out and tune into his own thoughts and imagination.
The command had been for “a little night music.”
But he was too awake to compose a simple lullaby. And certainly not on demand. The revelry outside and the flickering of the candle shadows on the wall was just too much movement to be ignored.
So, sure enough, Wolfie quickly dipped his quill into the inkwell. And just as quickly, he started to dash out a flurry of eighth, sixteenth, and even thirty-second notes. He could hear the violins in his head. Smooth. And agile on the scale. With important things to say. So, naturally he wrote them a captivating conversation.
And even the sound of quill on the parchment inspired him to fill the page with that collection of notes he not only heard, but also saw in his head. In fact, he started to feel as though the notes wrote themselves. As if he was just a conduit. The method for how the ink made it from the well to the page.
Then, as Wolfie approached the second movement, a gentle Romanze, he decided to capture the quiet intimacy of a moonlit garden. A place where lovers wandered. And where sometimes cads and rogues whispered sweet nothings into the accommodating ears of young maidens.
Then, he composed the Menuetto.
It was inspired by the spirited dances he had seen at court. And he made sure to give it an elegant appeal.
Ironically, Wolfie completed the night music, at the break of dawn, with what’s known as his jubilant Rondo. And since his home was in Prague (and because of the command he’d received) he called his new composition “Eine Kleine Nachtmusik.”
And that all happened on this day, August 10, back in 1787. Of course, you no doubt already realize that Wolfie is Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart.
Just so you know, this is my own fictional account. But I feel certain it all happened exactly the way I described. Because of the songwriter’s connection code. I don’t wanna bore you with how it works. Just know it works. And it’s probably divinely decreed. So, there’s nothing anyone can do to change it.
Anyway…
You know who’d love a little night music? Kids. And/or grandkids. No, they absolutely don’t know that they’d love it. And maybe you don’t even know it either. So, take my word for it. They’ll LUV it. Especially if you play it in the background as they read (or you read to them) the Ginormous Humongous Tremendous Book of Rhymes And Bedtime Stories for Kids. Get yours in the https://www.tonyfunderburk.com/rhyme-and-reason-bookshop
Stay tuned…
