Writing in rhyme about Michael Haydn

In Salzburg's shadow, Michael Haydn's tale is told,
A composer of grace, though in his brother's shadow he'd unfold.
Born to music's embrace in the Austrian lands,
Where melodies whispered in Alpine winds, by nature's hands.

Younger brother to Joseph, famed for his symphonic art,
Michael found solace in the harmonies that filled his heart.
In his brother's brilliance, Michael's talent bloomed,
Yet fame's elusive touch left his destiny entombed.

While Joseph's star ascended, casting a luminous glow,
Michael's compositions quietly flourished, a hidden gem to show.
In the court of Salzburg, his music found a home,
Symphonies and sacred works, crafted with skill and aplomb.

But destiny's twist deemed Michael the lesser-known,
A shadow in the limelight of Joseph's renown.
Though fame eluded him, his spirit remained undaunted,
In music's embrace, his legacy was planted.

Through symphonies and serenades, Michael's voice did sing,
In melodies woven with the beauty of Salzburg's spring.
A master of counterpoint, a virtuoso of the pen,
Michael's compositions endure, a testament to talent's yen.

So let us remember Michael Haydn's name with pride,
A composer of depth, in Joseph's shadow he did abide.
Yet in the whispers of his music, we find solace and delight,
For fame's fleeting grasp cannot dim talent's eternal light.