And the halls of time, the maestro's tale
A genius whose music will never pale
With every note a symphony unfolds
In the heart of Beethoven's gold
Through the silence his melodies sing
In the echoes his legacy clings Will every record of stories told
In the magic of Beethoven's gold Flowers for his music,
a
tribute so grand
In every crescendo,
a bloom unfurled In the garden of Beethoven's world
Through the trials and the strife
This music breathed with life
With every sonata,
a journey embalmed In the melodies that pierced the dark
Through the whispers of the keys
In the majesty of his symphonies
With every harmony,
a soul's embrace In the timeless beauty of his grace
Flowers for his music, a tribute so grand In the
symphonies that echo through the land
Through the silence his melodies sing In the echoes his legacy clings
In the magic of Beethoven's gold Through the silence his music bled