Beethoven was a very passionate composer and often wrecked his pianos when giving dramatic renditions of his latest compositions.
Godless, greedy, fate grabbed by throat,
your startled listeners sobbed, dabbed tears;
Broadwood battered, storm-tossed boat,
splintered frame, strings broken, ears
aurally assaulted, anarchic piano-notes
boom-bullied, then whispered intentions,
violently wild, kicked down conventions,
selfish, self-righteous rebel, ill-at-ease
with patronising salon niceties.
Quack doctors consulted, no cure
for deafness, almost a death-sentence,
incurable curse for composer to endure;
suicide considered, then repentance
won the day, destiny concrete-sure,
humanist philosopher until early death
during thunderstorm of some depth,
rage brought on relapse, still you fought,
clenched fist defied what blood had bought.