This near-sighted guy with the messy, curly hair and the dimple in his chubby chin, lived to be only 31 years old. He must have spent nearly all that time in writing music -- and most of it glorious, most of it happy, all of it a great gift to the world. I feel so full of wonderful music this week thanks to the opera a couple of days ago and a chamber music concert last night. I went specifically to hear Schubert's "Shepherd on the Rocks" although I heard much more. The concert began with five Schubert lieder the last of which was the joyous "Die Forelle" -- The Trout which later was folded into the beloved quintet.
Then "Widmung" by another tragic composer, Schumann, first sung and then the Liszt transcription which gave the pianist her opportunity to wow the audience. After I'd waited with these incredible hor d'ouevres, I heard "The Shepherd on the Rocks" as I hadn't heard it before, with soprano, piano and clarinet. Wonderful!
There was Rachmannoff and Brahms too which was lovely but it is Schubert who astonishes me because of the great beautiful of his lyrical writing. Genius is a mystery that awes me.