SIXTH SYMPHONY

 

Beethoven

is a liar.

He would have

you believe that

he wants you;

but behind your

back, he is

glad to see you go.

 

Happiness

preludes your last

departure;

Beethoven knows

that you are

leaving him now—

but you see

his tears are so false.

 

The music

might sound painful

achingly

bitter that you

will never

return to him;

but in the

swells, his tears are joy.

 

Beethoven

cries for you, but

he is lying.

Turn your back,

and his tears are gone.

 

Saint-Saens is

insecurity.

He clings and

cries for your help,

rejoicing

as soon as you

draw near him.

He is always sad.

 

Annoying,

perhaps, is he—

but he looks

so thrilled to see

your face now.

All that he wants

is your word

that you will not leave.

 

But you can’t

promise him that—

and if you

do, then are you

Beethoven?

because you wish

that you could

leave him, just this once.

 

Agony

crushes his face

when he finds out

that you are now

Beethoven to him.