Once, when the seven-year-old Mozart was giving concerts in Frankfurt am Main, a fourteen-year-old boy approached him after a performance.
You are playing so great! He told the young musician. I will never learn that.
What are you! The little Wolfgang was surprised. It is so simple. Have you tried writing notes? Write the songs that come to your mind.
I only think of poems.
This is yes! The child admired. Is it hard to write poetry?
No, it is very easy. You try... Mozart’s interlocutor was the young Goethe.