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Beethoven The magic of the notes sweep crisply out A waterfall, sublime in resonance, To fill the halls of memory and sing In tones of shadow, shade and dappled light. Bubbling through my mind as down a hill Cascading in arpeggios of thought First swirling in, then curling out to pool Reflecting beauty outward to the stars. With brilliant cymbals, thund’ring tympani The golden stream rolls on towards the sea. Alone, I ride upon the waves of sound To join in crashing chords upon the beach. The word sublime has come to mind again I merge with time and place at music’s end. |
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