#mendyson

[mendyson]

The weather has been a terror recently. Where has our promised summer gone to?!

[chopinski-official]

Would you rather be a fruit fly or a flying fruit, dear Fryderyk?

Cher Felix, I’m not sure where you’re going with this, but a flying fruit certainly.

[mendyson]

(Un)happy death day to me.

[mendyson]

Oh, Monsieur Mendelssohn...

Please believe me when I tell you that your music brings me endless joy, and that it has rekindled my will to live...

To hear that my music has awakened in you new joy and renewed strength is the highest reward that Providence could grant to my labours. Believe me when I say that such words will accompany me at my desk and at the clavier, and that I shall strive ever more earnestly to be worthy of the solace you have found in my art.

Yours,

Felix

[mendyson]

To all reading, have a blessed New Year.

I wish you joy, love and strength – much of which I have been having myself during the afterlife.

[chopinski-official]

I left for two days. What on earth happened to your profile picture, Fryderyk..?!

Yyy… I blame @franzliszt-official and @jolyneee.

[chopinski-official]

Fryderyk, my dear friend!

Are you any good at woodworking? If so, could you help me with making Berlioz’s birthday present?

Felix!

Good is an interesting descriptor… I have been taught so I can’t be so bad! Of course I will. But what will we make?

[mendyson]

No you aren’t darling. You died centuries ago.

178 years ago is not centuries, excuse you! I am now living in eternal paradise, blogging away!