Visit Beethoven’s House

Stepping on the crunchy floor,
Walking into a small attic on the top of the slope,
You will hear a cry of a baby
The cry is angry,
It is protesting with life
The light is too dark,
Space is too small,
It’s too noisy around.
So it was full of tears
Whirling indoors, whirling …
Passing through an old and dumb little piano,
Into notes, a piece of music
Rushed out of the window and flew in all directions;
Fly to the garden and teach Rose to bow,
Fly to the street, teach the carriage to stop,
Fly to Vienna, teach the gentleman and lady to be confused,
Fly to every corner of the world
Teach all suffering hearts to be soothed …
But its last note
Still angry, still protest
The light is too dark,
Space is too small,
It’s too noisy around.

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