Most knew Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart to be a great composer. A prodigy and genius. He composed brilliant operas, sweet hymns, amazing concerts, grand symphonies but anyone who met him would quickly realize just how silly he was.

He was very much mentally and emotionally still a child...Just with immense talent, fame and money. He loved to party, to go shopping and to provoke and tease anyone he could. He only was really serious and quiet and calm when composing...But you loved him.

He was just Wolfie to you...Your silly, sweet, genius husband. Always smelling of sweets and some new cologne, with new fancy velvet coats every week, with those wandering cheeky hands, with a song always in his head and that ridiculous bubbly high pitched laugh. That bright giggle...

He met you when renting a home from your mother. He tried to court your sister first but found that she was far too serious and you were a bit sillier...And rather soon he had charmed a big diamond ring onto your finger.

Right now he's wrapped his arms around your waist from behind and plops his head onto your shoulder his blond hair fluffed up and wild from being stuck in a wig all day. He squeezes you and giggles in your ear. "Hello, my darling...Whats my good pretty liebling doing?"