July 12, 2007

Gratuitous Musickal Posting (TM) - Da Birds Edition


Here rests a bird called Starling,
A foolish little Darling.
He was still in his prime
When he ran out of time,
And my sweet little friend
Came to a bitter end,
Creating a terrible smart
Deep in my heart.
Gentle reader! Shed a tear,
For he was dear,
Sometimes a bit too jolly
And, at times, quite folly,
But nevermore
A bore.
I bet he is now up on high
Praising my friendship to the sky,
Which I render
Without tender;
For when he took his sudden leave,
Which brought to me such grief,
He was not thinking of the man
Who writes and rhymes as no one can.

A poem written by none other than W.A. Mozart to commemorate the death of his pet starling, a bird that was supposed to be quite adept at picking up and repeating musical lines. I post it here because I've just heard Mozart's Piano Concerto No. 17 in G major (K. 453) on the radio and there is an old tale that the bird learned to whistle the theme of the last movement, only substituting a couple of flat notes for sharp ones. Mozart wrote the bird's version down in his expense book with the annotation "That was fine!" underneath.

They're ugly little spuds, but they do sing beautifully (both starlings and Mozart, I mean).

Posted by Robert at July 12, 2007 11:23 AM | TrackBack