Schubert and Mozart

Meaninful beauty and meaningless beauty. So what if art is meaningless?
Nothing wrong with it.
It could be said that Mozart, and all art alike, has the value of beauty in itself. Art from a different world, self contained, no regard for anything, least of all anything human.
Enter Haendel and Mendelsohn in the same league. Pure wonder, playfulness, "it-could-have-not-been-otherwise" logic. It could have been made by anyone, given genius.
Enter Schubert the man. Now its all about human life, metaphoric armony, experience, feelings, stories of the soul, love and death hidded somewhere in the melody. First the man, then the song. "Try-to-find-yourself" along the measures. Universally human, it has also the value of beauty.