I thought about the incredible dedication Beethoven had to keep composing even as his hearing gradually decayed, even as he slowly sank deeper and deeper into a world of silence.
In silence, his world shattered by fate’s decree,
Beethoven stood amidst a realm of soundless plea,
Yet undeterred, he embarked on a relentless flight,
A symphony of resilience, his heart’s eternal light.
Deafened by affliction, his senses stripped away,
Yet his spirit soared, refusing to obey,
In the chambers of his soul, melodies took flight,
Unseen and unheard, they danced in the night.
With quill in hand, he composed on the deafened stage,
A maestro of silence, an artist unbowed by age,
His fingers, once caressed by ivory keys,
Now conducted the symphonies only he could seize.
Within his mind, a symphony’s grandeur unfurled,
Unveiling emotions that transformed his world,
The anguish of his torment, the triumph of his will,
Each note an echo of his passion, intense and still.
In solitude, he communed with the ethereal muse,
Seeking solace amidst a world he could not choose,
Through vibrations of the soul, he felt the music’s sway,
His heart’s secret language, guiding him every day.
Oh, Beethoven, the harbinger of silent might,
Your compositions, a testament to a celestial fight,
Though your ears heard not the thunderous applause,
Your melodies engraved on eternity’s walls.
Through crescendos of pain and whispers of despair,
You conquered the silence with an audacious flair,
Your symphonies, a testament to the human soul,
Unveiling truths that only music could extol.
In the hushed concert halls, your spirit takes flight,
Unseen by mortal eyes, yet touching hearts with might,
For in your pursuit of passion, you found your voice,
A symphony of resilience, the deafening noise.
Beethoven, your legacy forever we shall sing,
A testament to the power of the human being,
Through your loss, you gifted the world with profound art,
A reminder that music transcends every earthly part.