Thursday, October 28, 2010

The Beethoven Poem

Bewilderingly beautiful the dream I had last night.
Entered endless reflection of my soul.
Every night my mind surrenders to his sacred music.
The one who speaks the voice of god through notes.
Hours become thoughts that drift through my mind in symphony.
Occuper ma conscience et la remplit de l’amour.
V ictoriously he states “Musik ist mittler zwischen geistiger und sinnlicher leben”
Even when I am drowning, I will reach out for his hand of composition,
N ow that I have his Music embedded within my soul.

1 comment:

  1. A magic piece of writing that rings with the music of the soul!

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