Improvisation with Composers: Ludwig Van Beethoven
A/N: My friend Mendelssohn told me she didn't think this was what Beethoven was like. I know that. It's just the product of my wierd mind.
Beethoven: Piano Concert No. 2, Adagio
On the table
a group of shell fragments from a nut
of the hickory tree.
In the background, Beethoven.
Smoky and sweet with a trace of bitterness.
The nut like Beethoven,
or Beethoven like the nut?
The music of hickory nut fragments
beneath your teeth
the taste of half-shaded, half-exposed music?
What came first?
I am inclined to think
they were both born at the same time.
The hickory nut was born with the essence of Beethoven inside it
and Beethoven was born from a hickory nut,
emerged perfect and wild and untamed and without words.
What is Beethoven? Not
the scraps of the nut on the table
the brown sugary dusty bitter flavor in your mouth
that is left over.
Yes. Exactly so.
A/N: The funny thing about this poem is that I was all set to write about Mozart (who was going to be the first in the series) but this popped out when I was watching my mom eat hickory nuts. So I thought, hey, why not do Beethoven first. And here it was.