Friday's Whims of the Time Traveler 39.0: August 5th, 2007

Beethoven
by Belinda Roddie

From the depths of a dismal ocean

He rose

A deaf man could still compose

A trumpet of gold could not suit

A third ear better

And with a kiss on the head

The man was dead

Buried in ashen soil and mist

That clouded eyes

And hearts upon the tide

So was it that such men died

And I

Go sailing back

To compose for him

An ocean

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