Wretched Beethoven Poem by Nima Hope

He moves his fingers amazingly fast
He sees the moments rapidly pass
He watches the blackbirds outside the window
He knows his music will forever last
He caresses the suffered grand piano
He speaks through the tunes of piano
His face is accompanied by a killing sorrow
His seeking advice to be borrowed
He can't hear what he says
He doesn't know his achievements
Will be the main subject of a thousand essays
His angry unshaved face
Shows his permanent lack of faith
He was young when he lost his ear
He only kept his piano near
No woman could win him permanently
He refused relationships so gently
Once he was a kind-hearted man
But the destiny didn't care
To whom he was forcing the pain
The pain made him walking dead
Only music could make him go to bed
At last he didn't hear what he said
He just saw the piano keys move
But there was no doubt
that it took not much time
for the worth of his quotes to be proved.