FRANZ JOSEPH HAYDN
Hard to imagine how he daily let
his work be ordered. ‘Write a puppet show
with parts for two sopranos. Nothing slow
– some of your dances, not a minuet
-yours are too stately. Some quick peasant dance
with lots of stamping. Like those symphonies
you wrote for me last week.’ Esterhazy’s
not the worst master. When he gets the chance,
he’ll write another string quartet, to take,
play with friends in Vienna, or a mass,
with drums and trumpets. And perhaps that lass,
Mozart’s young wife could sing it. Hearts will break
at ‘dona nobis pacem’ if she’ll sing.
Then Haydn runs; he’s heard his master ring.