Beethoven Or Antoinette From Heaven
the music wind
every breath of note
Beethoven Heaven
Some melodies to hold
Imagine the Composer
Making his songs like Wine
Stir it up on the wash board with sugar
The Sweetest ingredient is tasted by the lips
Those Melodic lips that open up to rapture
Sounds by the Man too few that one might capture
Breezes of the Air come to shout the Piece throughout Mortal Air
Who knows?
He or she might be one of us
(either in pigtails or wearing wire-trimmed glasses)
I would like to think that it might be THE MUSIC MAKER from THEM,themselves
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