There I was in the graveyard,
Walking through the silence,
Appreciating the beauty
And the glory of those who had passed.
And then I came to it,
The grave I was looking for.
Ludwig van Beethoven
Was laying beneath me,
Beneath the beautiful headstone.
I just sat and thought of him.
Thought of all the music he had written.
And that music I had listened to.
Listened to all my long life.
As I sat in the peace I heard a sound,
Heard a sound coming from the grave
It was so strange,
It was music,
Beethoven’s music,
But it was being played backwards,
I just listened and was confused.
A curator from the cemetery walked passed,
I asked him about that strange sound.
He said to me: “Don’t worry, it happens all the time,
It has been happening since eighteen twenty seven,
When he died,
It is Beethoven decomposing!”