Fiction

Johann’s Piano

Richard

Vienna, 1790

Johann walked into a room nearly empty except for an old piano, a small desk where Johann wrote his music, and a well-worn mattress for sleeping. He sat at the piano.

“My old friend, I have tried for years, but I am simply not good enough to secure a patron. How can I compete with that genius Mozart? Or Beethoven or Haydn? As you are aware, I have sold all of…