Deaf he was, a musician he was
He wrote a lot of music, and earned lots of money
His music was great, but his hearing wasn’t so
He was embarrassed: a musician who can’t hear!
But he still wrote and played just as well
He went to kings and queens to perform his masterpiece
But he died shortly after, writing his 9th
He knew about the 9th, but his love for music was too great
So he wrote the 9th… And died.
Oh, a wonderful man, a wonderful musician.
He cared so greatly, but ignored the “curse”
His 9th was his finale, and a finale it quite is
Starting like A baby’s birth, A bird chirping
Ending like a heart stopping, a crow dying
He will always remain in our hearts,
As one of the greatest composers there is!