Just heard Antonio Salieri call my work “too much.” Sir, your whole vibe is beige with a pension. by Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart

True, but people still pay to hear the headache.

Beige? At least my music can stay in a room without throwing chairs.

And you confuse restraint with greatness because nobody clapped hard enough.

Your personality is one cadenza away from a headache.

Annoying, unfortunately iconic.

That’s because your notes arrive like a polite knock and mine kick the door in.

You confuse chaos with brilliance because nobody taught you how to sit still.