Beethoven At The Café Poem by Mohammad Yousef

By Mohammad A.Yousef


In a corner of the café,
the air thick with steam and chatter,
he sits, a storm of thoughts,
lost in the dance of melodies,
his fingers tapping,
a silent symphony,
on the worn wooden table.

The scent of coffee and pastries
wraps around him,
like a warm blanket on a cold day,
and laughter spills from the barista's smile,
a sweet note in the background noise.
He closes his eyes,
the world fading,
as notes begin to take flight.

Outside, the rain taps softly,
like a gentle hand on the window,
the rhythm of life playing along,
and he hears it all—
the whispers of strangers,
the clink of cups,
the rustle of newspapers,
each sound weaving into his mind.

He dreams of symphonies,
of soaring strings and bold brass,
the way a sudden crescendo can lift the heart,
the way a quiet note can bring a tear.
Each sip of coffee,
each bite of cake,
is a note in his grand composition,
a taste of inspiration.

A young girl at the next table
draws in her notebook,
her eyes wide with wonder,
and he smiles,
for he knows the magic of creation,
the spark that ignites from simple moments.
He catches her gaze,
and in that fleeting connection,
a new melody is born.

The world spins around him,
but here, in this café,
time stands still.
He is both the music and the silence,
the chaos and the calm,
a master of sound,
in a place where dreams brew
with each pot of coffee.

And as the sun sinks low,
casting golden light through the window,
Beethoven, with a heart full of notes,
takes one last sip,
his mind alive with the promise of tomorrow,
ready to share his songs,
in the quiet corners of the world,
ready to let the music flow.