Beethoven

BaBaBa boom!

Beethoven roll,

guess you never thought

so many people would think, they could own

the rhythm of your search, the confines of your soul.

BaBaBa boom!

Drum roll,

only the deaf will ever hear

the whining buzzing chaos, never untangled,

you sought to bring down low.

Three notes he works,

a song bird's insistence that three syllables practiced,

is deemed just to be enough.

I foolishly scope 

the dictionaries of the world,

to find new notes, whose sounds I have not yet heard.

The result is simplicity denied, 

perfection

narrowly avoided.

©Copyright Niall OConnor 2013