Beethoven

Beethoven

The pastoral birds have taken flight
The rainbow's hues attentive
The moonlight's shawl is tailored dusk
The human voice is pensive

Light is spread across the earth
The tones of life abundant
Searching for their masters air
The prentenders now redundant

The concert hall is brimming full
The hills and mountains closing
The leas and valleys are under sun
The music score is chosen

And God itself has taken charge
And bid creation silent
And stood upon his tomb again
To once again enlighten

And chosen for His gospel new
An ode to joy to share
Authored by a tortured soul
Sitting deaf within a chair