Roz Kaveney (rozk) wrote,
Roz Kaveney


Johann Sebastian Bach

Telemann beat him for the Hamburg post;
Vivaldi - all those girls and him a priest;
and Handel got a thousand pounds at least
each opera. So tell him he's the most

famous composer Europe ever knew -
people who don't like music sing along
his fugues, toccatas, gigues. He'd find it wrong.
That one of his concertos somehow flew

out past the planets would leave him quite cold
Right now he's broke. Bringing up all those sons,
teaching them music. Somehow cash just runs
between his fingers. Now he's getting old

and out of fashion. He'd just walk away.
There's two cantatas he must write today.

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