Beethoven's Last Night: The Complete Narrated Version

Released March 13, 2012 [Atlantic]

BEETHOVEN'S LAST NIGHT: THE COMPLETE NARRATED VERSION includes all of the music from the original release and, for the first time, the narration featured during live performances of the album. It comes packaged with a booklet filled with illustrations of the story, plus the full lyrics and narration.

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DISC NO:2
  1. Overture
  2. Midnight Narration LYRICS
  3. Midnight LYRICS
  4. Fate LYRICS
  5. What Good This Deafness Narration LYRICS
  6. What Good This Deafness LYRICS
  7. Mephistopheles Narration LYRICS
  8. Mephistopheles LYRICS
  9. What Is Eternal Narration LYRICS
  10. What Is Eternal LYRICS
  11. The Moment Narration LYRICS
  12. The Moment LYRICS
  13. Vienna Narration LYRICS
  14. Vienna LYRICS
  15. Mozart Narration LYRICS
  16. Mozart
  17. The Dreams Of Candlelight Narration LYRICS
  18. The Dreams Of Candlelight LYRICS
  19. Requiem (The Fifth) Narration LYRICS
  20. Requiem (The Fifth) LYRICS
  21. I'll Keep Your Secrets Narration LYRICS
  22. I'll Keep Your Secrets LYRICS
  23. The Dark Narration LYRICS
  24. The Dark LYRICS
  25. Für Elise Narration LYRICS
  26. Für Elise
  27. After The Fall Narration LYRICS
  28. After The Fall LYRICS
DISC NO:3
  1. A Last Illusion Narration LYRICS
  2. A Last Illusion LYRICS
  3. This Is Who You Are Narration LYRICS
  4. This Is Who You Are LYRICS
  5. Beethoven
  6. Mephistopheles' Return Narration LYRICS
  7. Mephistopheles' Return LYRICS
  8. Misery Narration LYRICS
  9. Misery LYRICS
  10. Who Is This Child Narration LYRICS
  11. Who Is This Child LYRICS
  12. A Final Dream Narration LYRICS
  13. A Final Dream LYRICS
  14. (Closing Poetry) LYRICS
Overture
Midnight Narration
Since the time when Ra and Isis
Raised the sphinx out of the sand
And Apollo dreamed Athena
And men began to understand

That when darkness folds on darkness
In the restless tides of night
And lightning raises shadows
And for moments, gives them life

It's been said by those who ponder
That it surely is a sign
That a life touched by the stars
Is now running out of time

And that somewhere in that darkness
In the heart of that great storm
The world returns a soul
That the gods caused to be born

And this was such a storm
The kind one rarely sees in life
For in a room now filled with shadows
The Great Beethoven was spending
His last night

Now gathered around him there
Were the ghosts from out his past
For in the play unfolding there, this night
They, would be the cast

And there among these shadows
Was the beautiful Spirit of Fate
Who had arrived with her dwarf son, Twist
And with the other ghosts did watch and wait



Midnight


And in the dark he sits alone
To watch his final hours bleeding
While unconcerned upon the wall
The clock it ticks away the time

No need for words, for in the dark
All words have long since lost their meaning
Still when they whisper in his ear
He tries to read between the lines

What I see in the night
What I feel in your heart
All your dreams all your lies
Can you tell them apart

See the hands on the clock
Are you watching them turn
For your candle’s quite low
We've been watching it burn

Do you lie here awake
As the shadows look on
Should they cry for your sake
Should you sleep in their arms

For the shadows see all
And they rarely forget
Every dream that you've had
Every act you regret
Midnight
And in the dark he sits alone
To watch his final hours bleeding
While unconcerned upon the wall
The clock it ticks away the time

No need for words, for in the dark
All words have long since lost their meaning
Still when they whisper in his ear
He tries to read between the lines

What I see in the night
What I feel in your heart
All your dreams all your lies
Can you tell them apart

See the hands on the clock
Are you watching them turn
For your candle’s quite low
We've been watching it burn

Do you lie here awake
As the shadows look on
Should they cry for your sake
Should you sleep in their arms

For the shadows see all
And they rarely forget
Every dream that you've had
Every act you regret
Fate
Faith and belief
And retreat
When you're standing all alone
With your dreams in the dark

Never knowing what is real
In the shadows you meet
Never knowing what is true
In the answers you seek
Never knowing if

Fate, she hears me
Fate, stand near me
Fate, state clearly
Whether there will be another card

Retrieve us
Time deceives us
Faith she hears us
But she doesn't listen very hard

As she drifts through our lives
Tossing coins into the air
Watch them twist
Watch them fall
Turning hope into despair

Watch them twist
Watch them fall
Then she suddenly revives
Every dream that we've had
And we find ourselves alive

Believe me
Fate, stands near me
Fate, state clearly
Whether there will be another card

Receive us
Time deceives us
The only moment in our lives
That ever really mattered, fate is now
What Good This Deafness Narration
So upon this night, the darkness humbled
Candles sputtered, spirits grumbled
Brooding in this bitter room
What Fate had woven on her loom
While shadows fed upon the gloom

But as these spirits talked and chattered
With all their thoughts quite widely scattered
On things that no one else thought mattered
Beethoven, who was as you know, quite deaf
Heard all their words with deep regret
And wished that he was deafer yet



What Good This Deafness


(Beethoven)

What good this deafness
That my whole life I have dread
What good this deafness
With these voices in my head

What good this deafness
If this prattle I must hear
If I were blind I'm sure they wouldn't disappear

(Twist)

Did you really want to believe what you're saying
Did you really want to be here alone
Have I interrupted a moment of praying
While your life's decaying
Your sins are they weighing
While you've been carving your stone
All on your own

Did you really want to sit here in silence
Could it be that brooding is part of your art
Is it an extension of artistic license
A moody defiance
Of all of life's tyrants
While you've been searching your heart
Alone with us in the dark
What Good This Deafness
(Beethoven)

What good this deafness
That my whole life I have dread
What good this deafness
With these voices in my head

What good this deafness
If this prattle I must hear
If I were blind I'm sure they wouldn't disappear

(Twist)

Did you really want to believe what you're saying
Did you really want to be here alone
Have I interrupted a moment of praying
While your life's decaying
Your sins are they weighing
While you've been carving your stone
All on your own

Did you really want to sit here in silence
Could it be that brooding is part of your art
Is it an extension of artistic license
A moody defiance
Of all of life's tyrants
While you've been searching your heart
Alone with us in the dark
Mephistopheles Narration
Beethoven then begged
For these shadows to take their leave
That they had no business being there
But the shadows, they disagreed

For no matter how Beethoven implored
For these shadows to leave him alone
They chattered on and would not be gone
From his one-man catacomb

Then Twist explained how it was
That they could not do as the composer wished
For since they were his shadows
It was only by his light they could exist

And as Beethoven’s life was fading
On this, his final night
It was only natural that these shadows
Should cling closer to his fading light

Now, meanwhile, the clock, it just ticked on
As clocks are known to do
For time’s their only purpose
Their only point of view

But when that clock struck midnight
Its chimes both loud and clear
From out of those shifting shadows
A final figure did appear

His voice, it had a certain charm
That concealed all his disease
As he introduced himself to them
As thee, Mephistopheles

He said he had come to collect
The Great Beethoven’s soul
He said it wasn’t much, you see
“Merely, a lump of coal”

“You look surprised, my dear composer
This simple fact to learn
But before tomorrow morning
Together, we will watch it burn”

Beethoven stepped back in horror
“This thing cannot be true!
I have done no great wrongs in life
At least none that I knew”

“Men quite often forget their sins”
The Devil did reply
“Until it’s too late to repent,
Forgetting it’s never too late to die
It’s part of human nature
Upon which I’ve come strongly, to rely

Men quite often forget their sins
For redemption can always wait
And I always allow this to happen
It’s an important part of my bait
For by the time they remember
It always tends to be…too late

Now, you may think your sins are minor
To enter Hell, they’re not enough
Well, a cruel act, a rude word there
Believe me, they add up

And rising from the shadows
Is the specter of your death
For since your birth he has been owed
And now is here to clear the debt
But perhaps we can talk a little while
For you are not dead…not yet”

The cloaked figure of death rises from the floor. He offers Beethoven a bony hand. The composer backs away in terror as Mephistopheles sympathetically offers advice.



Mephistopheles


All of your life now
You have denied
There'd be a time
When you'd ever die
Still it's been rumored this thing must be

Why is it then that you act surprised
When I appear now to be your guide
Why do you hesitate to follow me

See it rising
Stare and wonder
Hear it beckon
You to dance

Feel it hold you
Take you under
I'm your god of second chance

And now you claim you are not prepared
So much to do, you cannot be spared
Still, your entreaties death will not hear

The graveyard is filled with important men
Who could not be spared but were in the end
And so I whisper now, in your ear

See it rising
Stare and wonder
Hear it beckon
You to dance

Feel it hold you
Take you under
I'm your god of second chance

Domine,
Domine,
Domine,
Domine,
O Domine
O Domine
O Domine
O Domine
Mephistopheles
All of your life now
You have denied
There'd be a time
When you'd ever die
Still it's been rumored this thing must be

Why is it then that you act surprised
When I appear now to be your guide
Why do you hesitate to follow me

See it rising
Stare and wonder
Hear it beckon
You to dance

Feel it hold you
Take you under
I'm your god of second chance

And now you claim you are not prepared
So much to do, you cannot be spared
Still, your entreaties death will not hear

The graveyard is filled with important men
Who could not be spared but were in the end
And so I whisper now, in your ear

See it rising
Stare and wonder
Hear it beckon
You to dance

Feel it hold you
Take you under
I'm your god of second chance

Domine,
Domine,
Domine,
Domine,
O Domine
O Domine
O Domine
O Domine
What Is Eternal Narration
“I cannot die upon this night”
The composer did protest
“For I must complete my Tenth Symphony
Before my final rest”

Backwards
Till he fell into his chair
And searched his mind for a reply
But there were no answers there

And the Devil said “I see
That your mind is quite confused
So I will return here in one hour
For the answer that you choose
And you can tell me then
What you will keep and what you will lose

The hands of the clock rotate backwards from midnight to eleven PM.

So tell me now what do you fear
What do you love or hold too dear
Is it death well wrapped in pain?
Or perhaps it’s no one will remember your name?
If this is so, perhaps I cannot win
But then add pride onto your other sins

I am not trying to pressure you
I know you cannot decide yet
But nothing focuses the mind my friend
Like the approach of one’s own death”

And as he turned to disappear
Into his personal abyss
Beethoven called for him to wait
For something was now amiss

The hands upon the clock
It seems were moving much too fast
And at this rate his hour gift
Would not an hour last

“Consider it a final act of kindness”
Over his shoulder the Devil did call
“Because where you are going my dear Ludwig
The clocks they never, move, at all”

Mephistopheles disappears back into the abyss through a hole in the floor that opens up to receive him.

With Mephistopheles gone
The spirits silently crept back
And watched the great composer agonize
Over the time that he now lacked

So in this room now filled with shadows
Beethoven stood quite alone
And contemplated how to save
The one thing he truly ever owned

Could all the wisdom he had found
Like so many leaves upon the ground
Combine with all his dreams and sins
And on this night be scattered to the wind

For of our faith they are so insistent
With gods who are so inconsistent
And if we are to further delve
Into this night and find ourselves
Might we discover in our past
What in our lives might one day last



What Is Eternal


And here in the night
As I feel the inferno
I stare in the dark
Thinking what is eternal

The man or the moment
The act or the reason
These thoughts fill my head
As I contemplate treason

Of dreams I have had
And dreams I have pondered
When late in the night
My mind it would wander

To things I have done
And then quickly regretted
While denying vices
My life had selected

And I think what I've done
Or have yet to begin and the man I've become
And the man that I've been

Now caught in a waltz
With the eternal dancer
I'm courted by death
But death isn't the answer
I say

All I was
Meant to be
Could I
Suddenly
Just decide
Not a thought
Would survive
Could it be
My life's worth
Ended there
With my birth

If I could see someone
Who's been there before me
And traded his soul
For a moment of glory

His penance or mercy
By spirits debated
While judged on a scale
That's been heavily weighted

And what have I done
Could there be such a sin
In this man I've become
In this man that I've been

Now calling to God
From the pit's very bottom
I pray He forgives
Every sin I've forgotten
This day

And who would have thought
That my fate it would conjure
This twist in the road
On which I have wandered

Each vision and dream now
Completely dismembered
To give one's whole life
And find nothing's remembered

And what good is a life
That leaves nothing behind
Not a thought or a dream
That might echo in time

The years and the hours
The seconds and minutes
And everything that
My life has placed in it
Betrayed
Betrayed
Betrayed

The things I have done
The places I've been
The cost of my dreams
The weight of my sins

And everything that
I've gathered in life
Could it be lost
Could it be lost in this
Could it be lost in this
Could it be lost in this
Night
What Is Eternal
And here in the night
As I feel the inferno
I stare in the dark
Thinking what is eternal

The man or the moment
The act or the reason
These thoughts fill my head
As I contemplate treason

Of dreams I have had
And dreams I have pondered
When late in the night
My mind it would wander

To things I have done
And then quickly regretted
While denying vices
My life had selected

And I think what I've done
Or have yet to begin and the man I've become
And the man that I've been

Now caught in a waltz
With the eternal dancer
I'm courted by death
But death isn't the answer
I say

All I was
Meant to be
Could I
Suddenly
Just decide
Not a thought
Would survive
Could it be
My life's worth
Ended there
With my birth

If I could see someone
Who's been there before me
And traded his soul
For a moment of glory

His penance or mercy
By spirits debated
While judged on a scale
That's been heavily weighted

And what have I done
Could there be such a sin
In this man I've become
In this man that I've been

Now calling to God
From the pit's very bottom
I pray He forgives
Every sin I've forgotten
This day

And who would have thought
That my fate it would conjure
This twist in the road
On which I have wandered

Each vision and dream now
Completely dismembered
To give one's whole life
And find nothing's remembered

And what good is a life
That leaves nothing behind
Not a thought or a dream
That might echo in time

The years and the hours
The seconds and minutes
And everything that
My life has placed in it
Betrayed
Betrayed
Betrayed

The things I have done
The places I've been
The cost of my dreams
The weight of my sins

And everything that
I've gathered in life
Could it be lost
Could it be lost in this
Could it be lost in this
Could it be lost in this
Night
The Moment Narration
For a moment there was silence
As the storm it hesitated
And like the shadows in the room
On his next word it waited

As Beethoven tried to remember
The exact moment when he crossed the line
Did he lose his soul with one cruel act
Or with little ones that piled up in time

Then Beethoven wondered
What one’s soul was worth
Is the price the same the day we die
As it is upon our birth?

Then he turned towards Fate
There was anger in his eyes
Could his present plight, upon this night
Be something she'd devised?

"Why did you deal me such a hand
Was it all chance or was it planned
And as throughout my life you toyed
Did you regret or just enjoy?”

Now, Fate, she was quite stunned
By this unexpected attack
But she never lost her flawless grace
As she gently replied back

“Mephistopheles has made you an offer
Now I will make one, too
That you and I go back through your life
And every act review

Together we'll go through your years
This thing I can arrange
And anything that you wish me to
This very night I'll change”

Now, Beethoven thought, “was this a trick?”
But a trick he could not see
So he did the only thing he could
Which was, to this new offer, he agreed

"Forgive my outburst" Beethoven said,
“You take kindness to an art
I will gratefully accept your proposal
If you'll just tell me where we start"

"In looking back" Fate replied
"I see your youth was wild
But if one really wants to know the man
One has to know the child"

And with those words, the room around them
Did slowly fade away
Replaced with one from his distant past
Where, as a youth, he had once played

And there he saw himself as a young child
Still a long way from the grave
Where anything was possible
And any dream could still be saved

He was sitting at a piano
But there was sorrow in his eyes
And no child’s eyes should have sorrow
But the composer knew the reasons why

His teacher had just struck him
The mark was still clear upon his face
As were the tears that followed it
And whose path one could still trace
And somewhere in his deepest thoughts
The composer could still taste

The child was writing a melody
To distract himself from his pain
And the elder Beethoven watching this
Could not be restrained

He entered into the small room
And sat next to the child
Which startled the boy for a moment
Until the elderly gentleman smiled

Then he played the song the child was writing
And where the melody was rough
Beethoven added three small notes
But those notes they were enough

So in the year of 1778
On a beautiful summer’s day
To a young child’s ears and an old man’s fears
The Sixth Symphony was first played

The child looks up in delight at the kind stranger who has helped him finish his song. Though unused to such acts of kindness from adults he quickly warms to the elderly man and together they play, “The Pastoral Symphony.”

Fate then whispered from the darkness
That his time here was at an end
But as he was getting up to leave
The child asked would they ever meet again?



The Moment


In this world of circumstance
Children never fear forever
And this moment that enchants
Someday we may both remember

Then
Maybe then
If we are still alive
Then
Maybe then
This moment will survive

There is time in every word
There are words in every reason
And these notes that are unheard
One day they may find their season

Then
Maybe then
If we are still alive
Then
Maybe then
This moment will survive

Then
Maybe then
If we are still alive
Then
Maybe then
This moment will survive
Will survive
The Moment
In this world of circumstance
Children never fear forever
And this moment that enchants
Someday we may both remember

Then
Maybe then
If we are still alive
Then
Maybe then
This moment will survive

There is time in every word
There are words in every reason
And these notes that are unheard
One day they may find their season

Then
Maybe then
If we are still alive
Then
Maybe then
This moment will survive

Then
Maybe then
If we are still alive
Then
Maybe then
This moment will survive
Will survive
Vienna Narration
The composer then looked at the child

Who smiled but did not speak

And then the child faded into the dark of the past
Where the darkness is always deep

And Beethoven turned back to Fate
Who had always been close by

And told her what he wanted changed
So his fate could be defied

“I did not need a teacher

Who taught with the back of his hand
While the music I was dreaming

He could never understand”

“These moments of your life I’ll change” Fate says
“But there is a warning I must give
That to change one moment of a life
Can change how that life is lived

Like the gears inside a clock

Every moment turns another

Remove from a wall a single block

And sometimes that entire wall will shudder

The pain you felt through childhood

Would now seem to have no worth

But it was the salve you sought to ease that pain
That gave your Sixth Symphony birth

So, before I grant this wish

And this tale you later tell

Know that these wounds will disappear
But so will your Sixth Symphony, as well

So now that you know all that will be changed
Including things far out of view

When your decision has been made

Tell me what it is you would have me do?”

Fate did not have long to wait

The answer was clear upon his face

His childhood would retain its tears

And his sixth symphony would retain its place

Fate then said they should move on

For their time was growing short

And then asked where he had been happiest?
And she watched as he followed that thought

For a moment there was a glitter
Somewhere beyond his stare

In a time when days were not bitter
And she found Vienna there

Which brings us all, my friends

To the next chapter in our story

As they watched Beethoven as a young man
Arriving in Vienna with all its glory



Vienna


Since I was a child
I've seen her in a dream
A captured fairy tale
That echoes ‘cross my life

And though I've courted her
She's always stayed unseen
Now all at once she,
Glitters in the night

But that was yesterday
And that all was before
When she was far away
A silhouette of dreams

But others whispered
That she was so much more
And suddenly I now
Know what they mean

Dreams change
Years strain
Lost illusions
Last stands
God's hand
Absolution
Found

Fairy tale sins
Visions by Grimm
All forgiven
Lives spent in vain
Never reclaimed
Take their final bows

Pictures and words
Visions absurd
Maddened poets
All within sight
Failures in life
Who'll never know it
Lazarus cries
There in his eyes
Hope has risen
Depth and facade
All before me now

Vienna
Vienna
Since I was a child
I've seen her in a dream
A captured fairy tale
That echoes ‘cross my life

And though I've courted her
She's always stayed unseen
Now all at once she,
Glitters in the night

But that was yesterday
And that all was before
When she was far away
A silhouette of dreams

But others whispered
That she was so much more
And suddenly I now
Know what they mean

Dreams change
Years strain
Lost illusions
Last stands
God's hand
Absolution
Found

Fairy tale sins
Visions by Grimm
All forgiven
Lives spent in vain
Never reclaimed
Take their final bows

Pictures and words
Visions absurd
Maddened poets
All within sight
Failures in life
Who'll never know it
Lazarus cries
There in his eyes
Hope has risen
Depth and facade
All before me now

Vienna
Mozart Narration
Fate then reminded him “It was here you first met Haydn
And walked through palaces filled with art
And studied with your childhood hero
The legendary Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart”
“It was here, as you improvised together
That Amadeus became your brother
Your melodies weaving seamlessly
As each note seemed to dare another”

Mozart
The Dreams Of Candlelight Narration
Fate then reminded him
That music was not the only debt
He owed the city of Vienna,
It was there that he first met,
The Harsburg Princess Theresa
And how their lives became entwined
By a love that became immortal
And still echoes now through time

Together, Fate and Beethoven watch the composer as a young man falling in love with the Princess Theresa.


The Dreams Of Candlelight


Could this night it last forever
Every moment held together
As if in a perfect trance
And such a thing could be

No one else would understand it
We would know the gods had planned it
And for such a night as this
That they gave memory

And we would live inside this night
Within the dreams of candlelight
If you would bring this wish to life
And spend this night with me

Could this moment last forever
And this dream our one endeavor
If the stars would just enchant
And time would then agree

Every moment of tomorrow
From this evening we would borrow
If this wish the stars would grant

And gently oversee
And we would live inside this night
Within the dreams of candlelight
If you would bring this wish to life
And spend this night with me
The Dreams Of Candlelight
Could this night it last forever
Every moment held together
As if in a perfect trance
And such a thing could be

No one else would understand it
We would know the gods had planned it
And for such a night as this
That they gave memory

And we would live inside this night
Within the dreams of candlelight
If you would bring this wish to life
And spend this night with me

Could this moment last forever
And this dream our one endeavor
If the stars would just enchant
And time would then agree

Every moment of tomorrow
From this evening we would borrow
If this wish the stars would grant
And gently oversee

And we would live inside this night
Within the dreams of candlelight
If you would bring this wish to life
And spend this night with me
Requiem (The Fifth) Narration
The happiest moments of his life
Were there inside that night
But within a year my friends I fear
He would drive her from his life

Not because his love had faded
Or another lover had been met
But because he could not believe that someone could love
A musician that was becoming deaf

He gave her no explanations
For this secret, it was his shame
He could not bear to ever hear
The word “deaf” connected to his name

He would not answer her letters
Or the inquires she left
He stayed inside, alone with his pride
Though his heart would not forget

He knew she was still out there
This he could still clearly recall
But the silence was there also

Requiem (The Fifth)


Voca me bendictum!
Sona mean animam!

Voca me bendictum!
Sona mean animam!

Requiem (The Fifth)
Voca me bendictum!
Sona mean animam!

Voca me bendictum!
Sona mean animam!
I'll Keep Your Secrets Narration
Sometimes early in the evening
While twilight still lingered in the sky
Beethoven would be writing in his music room
And Theresa would walk by

She knew that something had changed in his life
A secret his soul kept deep within
But Theresa did not care what that secret was
She only cared about him



I'll Keep Your Secrets


Lost in your dark I see you there
What do you see beyond your stare
And you believe that no one else can know

What is this thing you keep inside
Out of the light and wrapped in pride
Always afraid that one day it will show

I'll keep your secrets
I'll hold your ground
And when the darkness starts to fall
I'll be around, there, waiting
When dreams are fading
And friends are distant and few

Know at that moment I'll be there with you

What are these voices that you hear?
Are they too far or far too near?
What are these things that echo from the past?

Who are these ghosts you see at night?
There in the shadows of your life
They only live by the light you cast

I'll keep your secrets
I'll hold your ground
And when the darkness starts to fall
I'll be around, there waiting
When dreams are fading
And friends are distant and few

Know at that moment I'll be there with you

I'll be around
When there's no reason left to carry on
And every dream you've ever had is gone
And the dark is deep and black, without a sound
And every star has been dragged to the ground
Know at that moment I will be around
Know at that moment I will be around
Know at that moment I will be around
I'll Keep Your Secrets
Lost in your dark I see you there
What do you see beyond your stare
And you believe that no one else can know

What is this thing you keep inside
Out of the light and wrapped in pride
Always afraid that one day it will show

I'll keep your secrets
I'll hold your ground
And when the darkness starts to fall
I'll be around, there, waiting
When dreams are fading
And friends are distant and few

Know at that moment I'll be there with you

What are these voices that you hear?
Are they too far or far too near?
What are these things that echo from the past?

Who are these ghosts you see at night?
There in the shadows of your life
They only live by the light you cast

I'll keep your secrets
I'll hold your ground
And when the darkness starts to fall
I'll be around, there waiting
When dreams are fading
And friends are distant and few

Know at that moment I'll be there with you

I'll be around
When there's no reason left to carry on
And every dream you've ever had is gone
And the dark is deep and black, without a sound
And every star has been dragged to the ground
Know at that moment I will be around
Know at that moment I will be around
Know at that moment I will be around
The Dark Narration
The years quickly went by
Until he was totally quite deaf
And then, suddenly, the years he had lived
Were more than the ones he had left
While the silence, it grew deeper
As it mingled with his fears
But in that total silence
The muses still whispered in his ear

And from deep inside
They beckoned, dance
And deftly wove their porcelain trance
Of Chinese silk
Dyed in morphine
By princesses so bacchantine



The Dark


Feel the darkness smiling
Every note is dying
Silence is refining
Every thought in his heart

Still the fates are weaving
Every note that's bleeding
As he sits there seething
All alone in the dark
Alone in the dark
Alone in the …

But in the night
The darkness breathes
If he wills it to be

Before his eyes
The music dies
But he will always hear me

He sits alone
The cards are shown
As he embraces the dark

The only sound
That he will hear
Is there in his heart

Someone is whispering softly to me
Shadows of things that no one can see
They are there for you if you want them to be
You want them to be
You want them to....

But in the night
The darkness breathes
If he wills it to be

Before his eyes
The music dies
But he will always hear me

He sits alone
The cards are shown
As he embraces the dark

The only sound
That he will hear
Is there in his heart
The Dark
Feel the darkness smiling
Every note is dying
Silence is refining
Every thought in his heart

Still the fates are weaving
Every note that's bleeding
As he sits there seething
All alone in the dark
Alone in the dark
Alone in the …

But in the night
The darkness breathes
If he wills it to be

Before his eyes
The music dies
But he will always hear me

He sits alone
The cards are shown
As he embraces the dark

The only sound
That he will hear
Is there in his heart

Someone is whispering softly to me
Shadows of things that no one can see
They are there for you if you want them to be
You want them to be
You want them to....

But in the night
The darkness breathes
If he wills it to be

Before his eyes
The music dies
But he will always hear me

He sits alone
The cards are shown
As he embraces the dark

The only sound
That he will hear
Is there in his heart
Für Elise Narration
“I see the answer clearly now” Beethoven said
“Of this wish, I can have no regrets

The greatest pain within my years

Occurred as I became deaf”

“Go back into my past, sweet fate

And return my hearing throughout my life

My live performances would again be legendary
And Theresa would have become my wife

I would have children gathered around me
Where now I just have songs

Return my hearing, my sweet lady

And in doing so, you will right all wrongs”

“Oh, my dearest Ludwig,” fate replied,

“I ache to grant your wish
but as I warned you once before

It would cause your other songs to not exist

Before you lost your hearing

Your performances were your art

It was how you made your living

Of your life it was an irremovable part

It was only when your hearing left you
That you truly began to write

Creating masterpiece after masterpiece
That have led us to this night

Say the word and I’ll remove your deafness
Say the word and I’ll remove the pain

But the music will disappear as well

And the world won’t be the same

I wish I could offer you an easy answer
But easy answers are rarely there

And at this moment in your life

Of that fact I’m sure you are quite aware

No one, including myself, would blame you
For trying to save your soul

But the Devil will have his victory

And the future’s children will pay the toll

So, tell me Ludwig, what should I do?

Should I return your hearing to you

You cannot seek advice from another
Voice these songs are your children, their fate, your choice”

Beethoven gazed at her

Through eyes of deep regret

The songs, they would remain for now
And his ears, they would remain quite deaf

Für Elise
After The Fall Narration
Fate then informed him
That it is not only his deafness that shaped his life
But his lack of ability to believe
That prevented Theresa from being his wife

She would then show Beethoven
A moment of his life, of which he was unaware
When, as an old man, he walked down a street
And Theresa saw him there

The princess kept her presence silent
As she stood in the shadow of a tavern’s sign
But Fate allowed him to hear Theresa’s thoughts
As she watched him for the very last time



After The Fall


Time
Only time
Could never take me away from you

And why
Should it try
Time never cares just what we do

It just sits on a star
And gazes down
Dropping its moments all around
And if I could wish upon that star
I would find what you dream
And then ask God to grant it

I wanted
To say this
Long before this dark would fall
At night I
Would pray this
Then wonder if God heard at all
For the chances I've had are now long gone
And that star is no longer wished upon
For on this night it seems too far away

Try
I have tried
To pretend that I don't care
But then
Sleep arrives
And in every dream I find you there

But I don't want the past to be my life
And I don't want to live inside the night
But I don't want to see your shadow fade
So I sleep and I dream
Though I don't understand it

I wanted
To say this
Long before this dark would fall
At night I
Would pray this
Then wonder if God heard at all
For the chances I've had are now long gone
And that star is no longer wished upon
For on this night it seems too far away

You can live your life in a thousand ways
But it all comes down to that single day
When you realize what you regret
What you can't reclaim but you can't forget
If I could just fall back into my life
And find you there inside this night
And let eternity just drift away
After The Fall
Time
Only time
Could never take me away from you

And why
Should it try
Time never cares just what we do

It just sits on a star
And gazes down
Dropping its moments all around
And if I could wish upon that star
I would find what you dream
And then ask God to grant it

I wanted
To say this
Long before this dark would fall
At night I
Would pray this
Then wonder if God heard at all
For the chances I've had are now long gone
And that star is no longer wished upon
For on this night it seems too far away

Try
I have tried
To pretend that I don't care
But then
Sleep arrives
And in every dream I find you there

But I don't want the past to be my life
And I don't want to live inside the night
But I don't want to see your shadow fade
So I sleep and I dream
Though I don't understand it

I wanted
To say this
Long before this dark would fall
At night I
Would pray this
Then wonder if God heard at all
For the chances I've had are now long gone
And that star is no longer wished upon
For on this night it seems too far away

You can live your life in a thousand ways
But it all comes down to that single day
When you realize what you regret
What you can't reclaim but you can't forget
If I could just fall back into my life
And find you there inside this night
And let eternity just drift away
A Last Illusion Narration
And with that, the princess Theresa
Walked slowly into the night
It would be the last time that she would see him
At least, the last time in this life

And Beethoven’s heart collapsed into itself
When he realized what might have been
And the only one that could not see how she felt
During their lives, had been him

Now, Fate, she tried to ease the pain
From his wounds, now steeped in salt
And reminded him that a man
Was not the total sum of his faults

“Think what you have written
The ears you have enchanted
The wishes for every hurt soul’s peace
That you have somehow granted

The wings you’ve given cripples
In the world inside their minds
The joy you brought to countless lives
That heard you music for the first time

Hear how that music echoes
In the futures yet to be
And now look into the shadows
And hear the music your life will cause to be”

Fate allows Beethoven to see all the musicians from the past that have affected his writing as well as all the musicians still unborn whose work will be inspired by him.



A Last Illusion


Priusquam praesens
Damnatus salvens:
Hic homo nesciens
Quae futura est

Est plane vanum
Magnificandum
Error aut sanum
O fortuna est
Qua?

The past and present
Loss and redemption
A man's intentions
All things yet to be

A last illusion
Time's absolution
Fact and confusion
Fate and destiny bound
A Last Illusion
Priusquam praesens
Damnatus salvens:
Hic homo nesciens
Quae futura est

Est plane vanum
Magnificandum
Error aut sanum
O fortuna est
Qua?

The past and present
Loss and redemption
A man's intentions
All things yet to be

A last illusion
Time's absolution
Fact and confusion
Fate and destiny bound
This Is Who You Are Narration
At the end of this opus
From the future and the past
Fate watches the joy on the old man’s face
As he finally realized at last

That a man is not the sum total
Of the collection of his faults
The errors and mistakes from his past
He keeps carefully locked in vaults


This Is Who You Are


Sometimes
Slowly
Time brings revelation

Waiting
Softly
For someone to believe

That the ghosts we've hidden or left to die
Have now arisen and will arrive
To say what has happened
Say what has happened
Say what has happened
To me

And who would have thought
That you'd be the one
That I would have found here waiting

Lost in this night
Until you arrived
And always too blind to see

And who would have thought
That after this time
That I'd be the one you're saving

Now undisguised
The ghosts that survive
Now say what was meant to be

I never wanted to give my life away
Who ever thought it would matter anyway

Wandering inside this night
Finding pieces of a life
Never sure I'd ever know what it means

It's the strangers in your life
That you’d never thought you'd meet
It's the hand that picked you up
When you’re laying in the street

It's the hand that cut you down
It's the dream that someone shared
When you thought that all was lost
It's the friend that wasn't there

You can run from all the memories
But never get that far
For in the end they'll find you
For this is who you are

Change one note
Change one line
Nothing's going to be the same
Change one loss
Change one cut
Everything is re-arranged

Every act
Cruel or kind
Lost inside our memory
If you look
There in time

You'll find it in
Find it in
Find it in
You'll find it in me
This Is Who You Are
Sometimes
Slowly
Time brings revelation

Waiting
Softly
For someone to believe

That the ghosts we've hidden or left to die
Have now arisen and will arrive
To say what has happened
Say what has happened
Say what has happened
To me

And who would have thought
That you'd be the one
That I would have found here waiting

Lost in this night
Until you arrived
And always too blind to see

And who would have thought
That after this time
That I'd be the one you're saving

Now undisguised
The ghosts that survive
Now say what was meant to be

I never wanted to give my life away
Who ever thought it would matter anyway

Wandering inside this night
Finding pieces of a life
Never sure I'd ever know what it means

It's the strangers in your life
That you'd never thought you'd meet
It's the hand that picked you up
When you’re laying in the street

It's the hand that cut you down
It's the dream that someone shared
When you thought that all was lost
It's the friend that wasn't there

You can run from all the memories
But never get that far
For in the end they'll find you
For this is who you are

Change one note
Change one line
Nothing's going to be the same
Change one loss
Change one cut
Everything is re-arranged

Every act
Cruel or kind
Lost inside our memory
If you look
There in time

You'll find it in
Find it in
Find it in
You'll find it in me
Beethoven
Mephistopheles' Return Narration
Their time, it was now over
Like a shattered hourglass
He could not win
So with his sins
They returned from his past

From the shadows of his life
He told Fate his decision was made
He would not give up a single note
Every piece, it would be saved

He could not remove the music
That gave so many other people joy
But still, he dread his future
As the Lord of Evil’s toy
So late into his life
Like the last days of December
He searched his mind
For a way to find, a way out of his dilemma

For Satan, in our lives, is noted
All his vices often quoted
And though he serves a splendid feast
At the table’s head, still sits the beast



Mephistopheles' Return


In every life
It has been said
There comes a time to join the dead
Admit there is no second chance
And join death in a final dance

Across the floor, eternity
Until the final moment’s bled
And in the dark, to take his hand
Accept that it is time to wed

I don't know what I'm thinking
Because all that I see
Is his face, grinning
Mephistopheles

I need to find an answer
For this one cannot be
Within the words of
Mephistophel...

Tell me what you think
Tell me what you know
Did you really think
That there would be an ever after?

Do you think I'm scared?
Tell me does it show
When inside this deafness
I can always hear his whispering?

There comes a time you decide
What from your life will be real
What scars you will keep alive
What you are willing to heal

But can I gamble this night
With everything that I am?
And can I erase my life
Or do I stay here and be damned

Tell me what you think
Tell me what you know
Did you really think
That there would be an ever after?

Do you think I'm scared?
Tell me does it show
When inside this deafness
I can always hear his laughter

I don't know what I'm thinking
Because all that I see
Is his face grinning
Mephistopheles

I need to find an answer
For this one cannot be
Within the words of Mephistopheles

I

Don't need this path before me
Don't need forgotten glory
Don't need these threats of violence
Don't need eternal silence

Don't need these midnight visions
Don't need to make decisions
Don't need to be uncertain
Don't need this final curtain

II

Somewhere out there
He still gazes
As I wander through his mazes

Death and life here
Truth or lies
Every thought is well disguised

III

Now
It is too late
This path to take
Don't want to lose my life this way

Medusa dreams
The dead still scream
Don't want to see my life betrayed

IV

All these things are now before me
Endless death or timeless glory
On this night of ghosts returning
To the light of bridges burning

Now it is too late
This path to take
Don't want to see my life be...(trayed)

Tell me what you think
Tell me what you know
Did you really think
That there would be an ever after?

Do you think I'm scared?
Tell me does it show?
When inside this deafness
I can always hear his laughter

I don't know what I'm thinking
Because all that I see
Is his face grinning
Mephistopheles

I need to find an answer
For this one cannot be
Within the words of Mephistopheles

The cost of patience
When there's no time before me
Of hesitation
All for this twisted glory

And my salvation
The cost of how it's gotten
The cost of what's gained
All forgotten
All forgotten
Mephistopheles' Return
In every life
It has been said
There comes a time to join the dead
Admit there is no second chance
And join death in a final dance

Across the floor, eternity
Until the final moment’s bled
And in the dark, to take his hand
Accept that it is time to wed

I don't know what I'm thinking
Because all that I see
Is his face, grinning
Mephistopheles

I need to find an answer
For this one cannot be
Within the words of
Mephistophel...

Tell me what you think
Tell me what you know
Did you really think
That there would be an ever after?

Do you think I'm scared?
Tell me does it show
When inside this deafness
I can always hear his whispering?

There comes a time you decide
What from your life will be real
What scars you will keep alive
What you are willing to heal

But can I gamble this night
With everything that I am?
And can I erase my life
Or do I stay here and be damned

Tell me what you think
Tell me what you know
Did you really think
That there would be an ever after?

Do you think I'm scared?
Tell me does it show
When inside this deafness
I can always hear his laughter

I don't know what I'm thinking
Because all that I see
Is his face grinning
Mephistopheles

I need to find an answer
For this one cannot be
Within the words of Mephistopheles

I

Don't need this path before me
Don't need forgotten glory
Don't need these threats of violence
Don't need eternal silence

Don't need these midnight visions
Don't need to make decisions
Don't need to be uncertain
Don't need this final curtain

II

Somewhere out there
He still gazes
As I wander through his mazes

Death and life here
Truth or lies
Every thought is well disguised

III

Now
It is too late
This path to take
Don't want to lose my life this way

Medusa dreams
The dead still scream
Don't want to see my life betrayed

IV

All these things are now before me
Endless death or timeless glory
On this night of ghosts returning
To the light of bridges burning

Now it is too late
This path to take
Don't want to see my life be...(trayed)

Tell me what you think
Tell me what you know
Did you really think
That there would be an ever after?

Do you think I'm scared?
Tell me does it show?
When inside this deafness
I can always hear his laughter

I don't know what I'm thinking
Because all that I see
Is his face grinning
Mephistopheles

I need to find an answer
For this one cannot be
Within the words of Mephistopheles

The cost of patience
When there's no time before me
Of hesitation
All for this twisted glory

And my salvation
The cost of how it's gotten
The cost of what's gained
All forgotten
All forgotten
Misery Narration
Then, at that moment, the clock behind them
Struck midnight on its bell
And Mephistopheles once more appeared
Shimmering in its knell

Saying, “So, tell me, my dear Ludwig
What did we decide?
Do we have a deal?
Has your end been sealed
Or has it been defied?”

The composer moved not an inch
As he stated his reply
“This music I cannot allow you to take from this world
So it appears you must take I”

“You do not appreciate my kindness,” the Devil said
“No one could offer you more
Your soul is trapped
In fire wrapped
And I’ve given you a door

How could you deny it?
Are you a saint or are you a fool?
Well I’m feeling generous this night
So, once more, I’ll bend the rules

A deal, it is still out there
Just hidden, out of view
So I’ll make one final offer
That will return your soul to you

The compassion you feel for mankind
I perhaps can understand
That your music that has brought such happiness
You cannot remove from the lives of man

But your Tenth Symphony, You’ve just completed
No one else knows it exists
And what mankind has never heard
Mankind will never miss
Believe what I say is true, my friend
It’s as clear as a Judas Kiss

So, give this last song to me
Is it really so much?
To trade so little for your eternal soul
It’s a deal for which you should rush”

Beethoven wavered for a second
Until the ghost of Mozart reappeared
And whispered very quietly
in the Great Beethoven’s ear

“You cannot give this song to him
Though the temptation is very hard
For this is the greatest piece ever written
It is the very voice of God”

Then Mozart faded back into the darkness
But his words had done their work
As Beethoven once more turned down
The offer, no matter how it hurt

“You are a cagey bargainer”
The Devil replied, his voice quite icy cold
“If Judas had you around in thirty-three A.D.
His silver pieces just might have been gold
But I’ll make you a final offer
And this one, I swear you must accept
For if you turn it down my friend
Your last offer is death

Your soul is now mine to keep
But I have something else to trade
A jewel that glitters in this night
And it is entirely man made

Walk over to the window
And gaze across the street
At a child lying in the gutter
Where she is trying to gather sleep

But the rain, it will not let her
As it falls both hard and cold
With every drop, a Devil’s prop
Designed to make her old”



Misery


There is a child and she sleeps in the gutter
Don't close your eyes and she's easy to see
She is not your child
She's always another's
And those you abandon
They are left to me

And know I will impale her like a knife
Leave her twisting day after day after day
Of a very short life with me

Listen now closely and hear how I've planned it
Please let me tell you just how it will be
She'll feel the pain but she won't understand it
She'll think it's her fate
But we'll know it's me

And know I will impale her like a knife
Leave her twisting day after day after day
Of a very short life
With me

So let me know
Have I been clear
That I will magnify each cut and every bruise
And every single childhood tear

I'll pick her scabs
Cripple a hand
Push a finger in each wound I make
Now tell me then
Do you understand?
You understand?
You understand
You understand?
You understand

And know I will impale her like a knife
Leave her twisting day after day after day
Of a very short life
With me
Misery
There is a child and she sleeps in the gutter
Don't close your eyes and she's easy to see
She is not your child
She's always another's
And those you abandon
They are left to me

And know I will impale her like a knife
Leave her twisting day after day after day
Of a very short life with me

Listen now closely and hear how I've planned it
Please let me tell you just how it will be
She'll feel the pain but she won't understand it
She'll think it's her fate
But we'll know it's me

And know I will impale her like a knife
Leave her twisting day after day after day
Of a very short life
With me

So let me know
Have I been clear
That I will magnify each cut and every bruise
And every single childhood tear

I'll pick her scabs
Cripple a hand
Push a finger in each wound I make
Now tell me then
Do you understand?
You understand?
You understand
You understand?
You understand

And know I will impale her like a knife
Leave her twisting day after day after day
Of a very short life
With me
Who Is This Child Narration
“Release your Tenth Symphony” the Devil said
“That’s all I ask of thee

And I will give this child to you
A fair trade you would agree
A mere trickling of notes

Who cares about a single song

To not trade it for this innocent child
Would certainly be...wrong”

Beethoven turned away from the window
And gave the Devil a final “no!”

But the child was still inside his mind
And he could not let her go
(And the more he denied her hold on him
The more that hold did grow)



Who Is This Child


Who is this child
That I've never seen before?
Who is this child
That I've not seen till this day?

Who dares to fall asleep
Outside my door
If we should wait awhile
I'm sure she'll go away

To be involved with this
Would surely not be wise
For in the final word
She means nothing to me

I learned the trick is
That we just avoid her eyes
And the question
What she means to ...

What is this life?
There will be other lives
Soon to arrive
Surely some will survive
She is but one
And there are many more
Each the same as any other

Who is this child?
What does she mean to me?
I close my eyes
And still her face I see
She is but one
Her kind is everywhere
Can't you see, there's no way I should care

I need a moment now
I have to clear my mind
Is there a limit, Lord
Just to being kind

There is no way in life
That each child can be saved
Should I be looking with regret
At every grave?

There are no guarantees
In life, she should be warned
I'm not responsible for
This child being born

I'm not responsible
In any kind of way
For every child that life can gather

What is this life?
There will be other lives
Soon to arrive
Surely some will survive

She is but one
And there are many more
Could this one life really matter?

Who is this child?
What does she mean to me?
I close my eyes
And still her face I see
She is but one
Her kind is everywhere
Can't you see, there's no way I should care

Can you see it in the night?
Can you feel that it's out there?
It's the arcing of a life
And it's hanging in the air

Though I try to close my eyes
And pretend that I don't know
In my heart
I just can't let it go

There has to be another way for me
A way that leads from this insanity
A way that leads from my destruction in this way

Can you see it in the night?
Can you feel that it's out there?
It's the arcing of a life
And it's hanging in the air

Though I try to close my eyes
And pretend that I don't know
In my heart
I just can't let it go
Who Is This Child
Who is this child
That I've never seen before?
Who is this child
That I've not seen till this day?

Who dares to fall asleep
Outside my door
If we should wait awhile
I'm sure she'll go away

To be involved with this
Would surely not be wise
For in the final word
She means nothing to me

I learned the trick is
That we just avoid her eyes
And the question
What she means to ...

What is this life?
There will be other lives
Soon to arrive
Surely some will survive
She is but one
And there are many more
Each the same as any other

Who is this child?
What does she mean to me?
I close my eyes
And still her face I see
She is but one
Her kind is everywhere
Can't you see, there's no way I should care

I need a moment now
I have to clear my mind
Is there a limit, Lord
Just to being kind

There is no way in life
That each child can be saved
Should I be looking with regret
At every grave?

There are no guarantees
In life, she should be warned
I'm not responsible for
This child being born

I'm not responsible
In any kind of way
For every child that life can gather

What is this life?
There will be other lives
Soon to arrive
Surely some will survive

She is but one
And there are many more
Could this one life really matter?

Who is this child?
What does she mean to me?
I close my eyes
And still her face I see
She is but one
Her kind is everywhere
Can't you see, there's no way I should care

Can you see it in the night?
Can you feel that it's out there?
It's the arcing of a life
And it's hanging in the air

Though I try to close my eyes
And pretend that I don't know
In my heart
I just can't let it go

There has to be another way for me
A way that leads from this insanity
A way that leads from my destruction in this way

Can you see it in the night?
Can you feel that it's out there?
It's the arcing of a life
And it's hanging in the air

Though I try to close my eyes
And pretend that I don't know
In my heart
I just can't let it go
A Final Dream Narration
Beethoven collapsed at his piano
Saying to the Devil “we now have a deal.”

And Satan replied, “I’ll be gone from her life this very night,
From here on happiness is all she will feel”

The devil then leapt with sheer delight

In evil ecstasy

Shouting for all to hear within sight
“The Tenth Symphony now belongs to me”

But while Beethoven sat face down at his piano
As if Satan’s boast he had not heard

Twist came up and pulled the composer’s sleeve
And said, “How do you know that the Devil will keep his word?”

The Devil did not even look up from the manuscript
Where he was examining his prize

“Don’t worry about hurting my feelings
With what your warped friend has implied

I see you have a bible on the table
Where you keep the statements from your bank
And, as you may have noticed, the last page of a bible
Is always left quite blank

Now, if you’ll just take that bible

And tear out that final page

You can write a contract of your own choosing
That will hold my word like a dragon in a cage

And if you don’t believe me

Just ask your good friend, Fate

For a contract written on such a holy page
Even I could never break”

Beethoven glanced up at fate

Who was still within his view

And she nodded her head gently
Acknowledging that the Devil’s words were true

The old man took the bible

And tore out the last page, as he was told
But when he tried to write, his hands, they shook
From nervousness or perhaps just from being old

These words would be his ending
But the words would just not come
As the Devil grew impatient

For the deal to finally be done

Fate took pity on the composer
And going gently to his side
Offered to write the contract

And the composer nodded his reply

She then took the paper

And with bold artistic strokes
Put down their agreement
And this is what she wrote

It is agreed upon this night, March 26, 1827 between the undersigned, that the music of the Tenth Symphony, composed by Ludwig van Beethoven, firstborn son of Johann and Maria van Beethoven, of the city of Bonn, shall henceforth be the property of Mephistopheles. It is also understood that it is his intention to remove any signs of this music from the memory of man for all time. In exchange for the destruction of the aforementioned music it is also agreed that Mephistopheles and all his minions will remove themselves from the life of the child presently sleeping in the gutter directly across from the window of this room. This removal of influence is to be commenced immediately upon signing and to be enforced for all eternity.



_____________________ _____________________
Ludwig Van Beethoven Mephistopheles

The Devil read it rapidly
And quickly signed his name
And slowly without looking up
Beethoven did the same

The Devil grinned a devil’s grin
And shoved the symphony over the candle’s flame,
Savoring the fire that would consume it all
Forever erasing its name

But when the manuscript emerged from the fire
It was still all quite there

It wasn’t burned or even singed

There wasn’t even smoke wafting in the air

He took the symphony once again

And forced it to burst into flames

But once again it remained unsinged

And Mephistopheles looked for who to blame

Then the Devil heard a giggle

Escaping from a grinning dwarf

And looking around, saw Fate’s son, Twist
And he beckoned him to come forth

“Why is this symphony still here?

Why does it not ignite?

Tell me you gnome, what do you know?
For if it does not burn...you might”

Twist squirmed nervously before Satan
But could not hide his delight

As he explained how the music had survived
And would live long past this night

“The contract says that you now own

The Tenth Symphony

Written by the firstborn son, named Ludwig
Of the Johann and Maria van Beethoven family

Now, a little known fact of history

But I assure you, it’s totally true

That the composer had an older brother
Who was named Ludwig van Beethoven, too

Now this child died quite young

Before our composer here was born

So they named their second son Ludwig, also
Though you would think the name was getting worn

His older brother lived only days

And now is at rest with God

As to why they named their second son Ludwig too
Perhaps coming up with names back then was hard

So, according to the deal you signed
If the first Ludwig rises through his coffin boards
And writes nine other symphonies
The tenth one will be yours!”

The Devil’s face contorted

As he realized he’d been fooled

And the child outside was safe as well
For the contract’s words would rule

The floor opened into an abyss

And the Devil disappeared
As outside the storm subsided

And the stars shined in skies now clear

Beethoven stood up in confusion

Over what had just occurred
He realized the girl and the symphony were safe from what he had overheard

But he asked Fate why the Devil
Had not taken his soul to hell

“He never had your soul,” Fate said
“It was never his to sell”

“But the Devil, he said he owned it

From my sins that he did summarize”
“Well the Devil may have said that” fate replied back
“But, my dear, he’s the Devil, he lies”

“But I was rude and cruel in my life”

Beethoven answered with regret

“Yes,” Fate replied, “but the Devil left out

That those actions were often caused because you were deaf

And the pains that you caused in life

You worked twice as hard to undo

And those acts of kindness, even more than your music
That, my friend, is you

It is true that you made some mistakes in life
Sometimes you seemed rude or a fool

But it was always because of your deafness
And not because you were evil or cruel

You went out of your way your whole life

To try to amend those you hurt

And when God weighs your sins against your good deeds
The world will be glad of your birth”

“And what about Theresa?

Is it now truly too late?”

“You will see her again,” Fate replied
“For love, it will always wait

She’s on the other side of this night
Which is closer than it seems

And she will be there by your side

When you awaken from your next dream”

Slowly the shadows and spirits disappear. The room is now completely empty except for Beethoven who lies down on a cushioned window seat and drifts into his final sleep.


A Final Dream


Lay your head down
And sleep on my shoulder
Lay your head down
And start a new dream
And for tonight
The moment is over
Drift in a lullaby
Here where the stars reside
And angels are always seen

And lay your head down
The stars have whispered
Hear what they say
And know that it means
The moon is your guide
The stars they have kissed her
As she goes gently by
Light as a baby’s sigh
Safe on a fairy tale stream

And start a new dream
A Final Dream
Lay your head down
And sleep on my shoulder
Lay your head down
And start a new dream
And for tonight
The moment is over
Drift in a lullaby
Here where the stars reside
And angels are always seen

And lay your head down
The stars have whispered
Hear what they say
And know that it means
The moon is your guide
The stars they have kissed her
As she goes gently by
Light as a baby’s sigh
Safe on a fairy tale stream

And start a new dream
(Closing Poetry)
Now you think our story’s over
And all have faded from this night
The ghosts, spirits and the Lady Fate
Have all faded out of sight

And just when all seemed silent
A window opened up
And Twist came in his face agrin
With what he had though up

And picking up the only copy
Of Beethoven’s Tenth Symphony
He slid it behind the clock on the wall
Where I think it still must be

And some time on some future day
No one can really say when
That manuscript will be discovered
And the music will live again

The End

Producer: Produced by Paul O'Neill
Co-Produced by Robert Kinkel
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