"One Sunday, during the summer of 1826, Schubert with
several friends was returning from Potzleinsdorf to the
city, and on strolling along through Wahring, he saw
his friend Tieze sitting at a table in the garden of
the 'Zum Biersack.' The whole party determined on a
halt in their journey. Tieze had a book lying open
before him, and Schubert soon began to turn over the
leaves. Suddenly he stopped, and pointing to a poem,
exclaimed, 'such a delicious melody has just come into
my head, if I but ha...(+)
"One Sunday, during the summer of 1826, Schubert with
several friends was returning from Potzleinsdorf to the
city, and on strolling along through Wahring, he saw
his friend Tieze sitting at a table in the garden of
the 'Zum Biersack.' The whole party determined on a
halt in their journey. Tieze had a book lying open
before him, and Schubert soon began to turn over the
leaves. Suddenly he stopped, and pointing to a poem,
exclaimed, 'such a delicious melody has just come into
my head, if I but had a sheet of music paper with me.'
Herr Doppler drew a few music lines on the back of a
bill of fare, and in the midst of a genuine Sunday
hubbub, with fiddlers, skittle players, and waiters
running about in different directions with orders,
Schubert wrote that lovely song." Von Helborn,
Schubert?s biographer)
Et dire que Schubert est mort à 31 ans! Qu'aurait produit ce génie sensible s'il avait vécu ne serait-ce que 10 ans de plus?! La même remarque pourrait être émise pour Chopin et Mozart par exemple, tous deux emportés avant la quarantaine!
SHEET MUSIC