Beethoven Redux

Play this at the moment of my death,

because then, I know I’m going somewhere.

Here was a man that sang in his chains like

the sea, (to steal from another poet)…how

beauty and suffering could be so well shown

side by side, intertwined, inevitable, like all

stages of life. He had the answer to the

unanswerable question like a Zen Master

that gives you your last question….like 

a Tibetan teacher that looks at you in the
eye and shakes his or her head.