In his more than 1200 letters, Mozart saw the necessity to relate to others all that he saw and heard, and felt and thought. In his letters to his father when travelling, for once, he tells of the progress of the fine arts, especially in the theatres and in music. In others, we see the impulses of his own heart. These letters are manifestly the unconstrained, natural, and simple outpourings of his heart, delightfully recalling to our minds all the sweetness and pathos, the spirit and grace, which have a thousand times enchanted us in
the music of Mozart.
To his father, October 2, 1777 (Munich)
On the three days that I was at Count Salern’s I played a great many things extempore–two Cassations
[Divertimentos] for the Countess, and the finale and Rondo, and the latter by heart. You cannot imagine the delight this causes Count Salern. He understands music, for he was constantly saying Bravo! while other gentlemen were taking snuff, humming and hawing, and clearing their throats, or holding forth. I said to
him, “How I do wish the Elector were only here, that he might hear me play! He knows nothing of me-he does not know what I can do. How sad it is that these great gentlemen should believe what any one tells them, and do not choose to judge for themselves! But it is always so. Let him put me to the test. He may assemble all the composers in Munich, and also send in quest of some from Italy and France, Germany, and England and Spain, and I will undertake to write against them all.” I related to him all that had occurred to me in Italy, and begged him, if the conversation turned on me, to bring in these things. He said, “I have very
little influence, but the little that is in my power I will do with pleasure.”(…)
Baron Rumling lately paid me the following compliment: “The theatre is my delight-good actors and actresses, good singers, and a clever composer, such as yourself.” This is indeed only talk, and words are not of much value, but he never before spoke to me in this way. (…)
I beg you will excuse my horrid writing, but ink, haste, sleep, and dreams are all against me. I am now and forever amen, your dutiful son,
A. W. MOZART.
Mozart to his father, April 4th 1787
It’s most unpleasant for me that, because of Mlle. Storace’s stupidity, my letter has not come into your hands…I’ve just heard some news that I find most unsettling – now even more since I gathered from your last letter that you were, thank God, in very good health. But now I hear that you have taken ill? I certainly don’t need to tell you how much I long for comforting news from you; and I do hope it comes – although I have made it a habit to always expect the worst.
To put it bluntly; since death is truly the ultimate goal of all our lives, I have gotten acquainted with this real best friend of mankind in the last few years to a point where His image is no longer frightening to me, but rather tranquil and comforting. I thank my God that he has granted me the good fortune and the opportunity (you understand me) to get to know it (death) as the KEY to our true happiness. I never go to bed without contemplating that I may (as young as I am) not witness the next day – and there’s not one person from all the ones who know me that would say that I am morose or sad – and for this enlightenment I thank my Creator daily and wish it for every other soul. In the letter Storace took with her, I had already referred to this…and explained my point of view…I hope that, while I write this, you are feeling better. But should you, against all expectation, be no better, I pray you won’t conceal it from me, but rather write me or have someone else write me the unvarnished truth. So that I may fly as fast as humanly possible to your arms; I entreat you, by all that we both – hold sacred. Yet I hope soon to get a reassuring letter from you; and, in this happy expectation,
I with my wife and Carl, kiss your hands a thousand times, and remain ever
your most obedient son,
W.A. Mozart
To listen:
PianoTrios (Gryphon Trio)
Symphonies Nos. 40 and 41(Tafelmusik, Bruno Weil)