Ludwig (for being on first name terms of intimacy with a long dead stranger is always a cute trait) has always struck me as a bit of a grumpy curmudgeon, but with such talent that his music has long since caused that man to be forgotten and instead when I hear the name Beethoven I think of the music, not the person. His body and face framed with "tangled hair" is just now a personification of the sound, a magical genius, made mythical through art.
I really like the line: "now lilts indelibly sealed". The repetition of the letter L gives it a soft sound that is almost onomatopoeic, like Beethoven really is tip-toeing around inside you playing symphonies on bone and kidney and heart.
I don't like the tiny little "o" at the start of the last line though... I think it would look better either capitalised or made into an "oh". But that's just aesthetic really. Also, the title doesn't really work for me, it sounds like I have a cold when I read it out loud and it's summer and I don't. I can't really think of a better one though, "an ode to the joy of Beethoven"? hmm. But yeah, I think you can do better.
ah yes. wonderful musings on a madman, who was a maestro conducting an equally mad orchestra (who in their right mind would follow a deaf guy???). it is often said, that these virtuosos, these masters of musique, are more appreciated when you listen to the notes they are not playing. looking for the absent spaces in between, and composing your own mad symphony inside your head. its an almost mathematical art.
i seem to listen to a lot of classical music based on that logic! but yes, if i could, i'd listen to a butt load of classical stuff, unfortunately, contemporary music seems to be the choice among many of my peer groups, so i sit silently by myself, musing and enjoying the notes im not hearing, sulking about the fact that i've lost all my cd's and cant possibly download any.
pfah! hearing is overrated, sight too. we should all be deaf, dumb and blind. tis what we deserve! lol. kiddin.
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