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

The work you see here has not been edited nor altered since August 5th, 2007.

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