Beethoven Dying
Posted: 26 Nov 2019, 00:24
Nov 25 at 9:28 AM
V2:
Beethoven Dying
I held my old friend’s trembling hand
as he spoke of better times.
He hummed an unrecognizable tune,
and spoke of a work that would be like no other.
For weeks he had wrestled with it, never
writing any of it down.
Gripping his pain-wrenched gut,
Beethoven fell back into a sweat.
My wife mopped his brow, and he smiled
before closing his eyes.
That was the last time he was aware
of others around him...
Legend has it thunder
rumbled outside his window
two nights later,
when he defiantly raised his fist
at the darkness awaiting him,
but then his hand fell to his side,
his hair
a gray and black storm of curls
strewn across his pillow,
and his jaw set, as it always was
when he had work to do
and a long night
ahead.
V1:
Beethoven Dying
Quietly we approached my old friend's bed.
I held his trembling hand
as he spoke of better times.
He hummed an unrecognizable tune,
and spoke of a work that would be like no other.
For weeks he had wrestled with it, never
writing any of it down.
Gripping his pain-wrenched gut,
Beethoven fell back into a sweat.
My wife mopped his brow, and he smiled
before closing his eyes.
That was the last time he was aware
of others around him...
It has become legend how thunder
rumbled outside his window
two nights later,
when he defiantly raised his fist
at the darkness awaiting him,
but then his hand fell to his side,
and that was it...
All I know is that
when I saw his body, his hair
was a gray and black storm of curls
strewn across his pillow,
and his jaw was set, as it always was
when he had work to do
and a long night
ahead.
V2:
Beethoven Dying
I held my old friend’s trembling hand
as he spoke of better times.
He hummed an unrecognizable tune,
and spoke of a work that would be like no other.
For weeks he had wrestled with it, never
writing any of it down.
Gripping his pain-wrenched gut,
Beethoven fell back into a sweat.
My wife mopped his brow, and he smiled
before closing his eyes.
That was the last time he was aware
of others around him...
Legend has it thunder
rumbled outside his window
two nights later,
when he defiantly raised his fist
at the darkness awaiting him,
but then his hand fell to his side,
his hair
a gray and black storm of curls
strewn across his pillow,
and his jaw set, as it always was
when he had work to do
and a long night
ahead.
V1:
Beethoven Dying
Quietly we approached my old friend's bed.
I held his trembling hand
as he spoke of better times.
He hummed an unrecognizable tune,
and spoke of a work that would be like no other.
For weeks he had wrestled with it, never
writing any of it down.
Gripping his pain-wrenched gut,
Beethoven fell back into a sweat.
My wife mopped his brow, and he smiled
before closing his eyes.
That was the last time he was aware
of others around him...
It has become legend how thunder
rumbled outside his window
two nights later,
when he defiantly raised his fist
at the darkness awaiting him,
but then his hand fell to his side,
and that was it...
All I know is that
when I saw his body, his hair
was a gray and black storm of curls
strewn across his pillow,
and his jaw was set, as it always was
when he had work to do
and a long night
ahead.