Beethoven's Lost Composition

"It happened at dusk, on the eve of my bed a series of symphonies out of my head Whistles and pattering, octaves outstretched Violins wailing and tubas distressed Starlight shone into my window in white heaving my breath with this musical sight leaving my features and shadows in grey while the melody mastery started to play First all the strings, then came the percussion Brass building stamina, with no discussion Drums most determined and then all at once the notes of the piano, fortissimo jaunt Lights popped and fizzled and wrinkled in time Walls bending backwards a musical rhyme Bass like a heart beat moving the air all in the blink of an eye, I was there. My skin soaked and battered, my eyes shining bright all concentrating on motion, on flight After they slowed I beamed with devotion and stood on my tiptoes, a standing ovation I've packed solidarity into my chest to tell you this story, to truly impress for it happened at dusk on the eve of my bed a series of symphonies out of my head"