Today, we remember your birth, Ludwig,
in the concert hall where ghosts gather.
December cold nipping at our ears,
we hum Ode to Joy in warm breath.
If only you could hear us now,
what would you think of earbuds,
of phones ringing with Fur Elise
in the pockets of strangers passing?
Would you laugh at our devotion,
our stubborn need to celebrate
with cakes topped in candles
and renditions strummed on guitars?
Perhaps you'd find humor in it,
a world spinning with your notes,
your symphonies in shopping aisles
between canned peas and detergent.
On this stage, we sit silently,
imagining the swell of your concert,
the structure of your movements,
each note breaking the stillness.
We lift our voices together
in gratitude for your presence,
for the echoes of your past scrawl
on the silent, eager air today.
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Musical genius
Musical ledgen
Happy birthday
Beethoven
Gone but not forgotten a master of emotion that left behind music that only a deaf ear could write. Nicely written in commemoration
Thanks Soren, I'm listening to him now
Wonderful tribute to the maestro! My favorite composer of them all! Well done friend! 🌹👏🎶
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