I'm really sorry I forgot all about you yesterday. Life nowadays is not like it used to be in your time. Or at least we think it isn't. We're always in such a hurry…
In a TV interview a few days ago, an artist said he didn't like your music so much, because it is limited, basic. Is your music really limited, dear Wolfgang, or is he really an artist? I wonder.
Whatever I might write now would never add anything really meaningful to what so many have already said or written so much better. I prefer to listen to the music you had in your mind the moment you left this world two hundred fifteen years ago.
flammis acribus addictis,
voca me cum benedictis.
Oro supplex et acclinis,
cor contritum quasi cinis,
gere curam mei finis.
[When the damned are cast away,
and consigned to the searing flames,
call me to be with the blessed.
Bowed down in supplication I beg you,
my heart as though ground to ashes,
help me in my final hour.]
Requiem Mass, KV 626
R. I. P.