Instead of homework,
I, a curious and
strange child
ran into a library
of multiverses.
To the left was Macbeth,
and to the right was Dorian Gray.
Amidst my tardiness and slight
disarray, I found Beethoven.
He, so volatile,
so angry and loving,
so deceitful and charming
exhausting then relaxing.
He composed
infectious melodies
of strings and brass that
rumbled like thunderstorms
but these thunderstorms
rained heavily on me,
washing away negativity,
blooming flowers
of unique beauty.
Statements in musical
form, everlasting, ever flowing
lead me away from a
place of sitting in silence
and not knowing
what notes are like
when they dance .
With his outstretched arms
I found an embrace in
an immortal man
with a loyal stance.
Time means nothing,
when floating on cloud nine.
Beethoven transcends time
and with him, everything
is just fine.
I once found Beethoven
in a library and since then
he has never left me.
Dec 27, 2016
Dec 27, 2016 at 12:19 PM UTC
Instead of homework,
I, a curious and
strange child
ran into a library
of multiverses.
To the left was Macbeth,
and to the right was Dorian Gray.
Amidst my tardiness and slight
disarray, I found Beethoven.
He, so volatile,
so angry and loving,
so deceitful and charming
exhausting then relaxing.
He composed
infectious melodies
of strings and brass that
rumbled like thunderstorms
but these thunderstorms
rained heavily on me,
washing away negativity,
blooming flowers
of unique beauty.
Statements in musical
form, everlasting, ever flowing
lead me away from a
place of sitting in silence
and not knowing
what notes are like
when they dance .
With his outstretched arms
I found an embrace in
an immortal man
with a loyal stance.
Time means nothing,
when floating on cloud nine.
Beethoven transcends time
and with him, everything
is just fine.
I once found Beethoven
in a library and since then
he has never left me.
Beethoven holds a special place in my heart.
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