Salute To Beethoven

by Prosenjit Chatterji

Music in his heart,

Music in his fingers,

Not music in his throat,

Like many great singers.

He lost his voice,

He lost his two ears,

But still his melody,

Can bring out tears.

He had to imbibe,

The spirit of the song.

He was The Perfect,

He was never wrong.

He could float all,

With his waves of memory.

It’s not just a story,

But a man with real glory.

Whatever the loss,

For him it was not tragic.

I bow down before,

That one man of magic.

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