Beethoven's Ninth 2

How many years ago did this request occur? For how long I slaved over my music, trying to put moonlight onto paper. I was constantly revising, falling asleep on my piano. How do you capture the changing faces of moonlight through music? You must make the music as alive as life. How young and old women would aske me to play this sonata over and over again? Deaf ears and even duller imaginations of young minds. They wanted me because I moved their stone emotions and spiritless bones. How everyone wanted me to conform to their ways, dress JUST like them and say polite, meaningless things while the soul of Germany was waiting to be formed out of a bunch of city-states!

Moonlight lost on the rocking mirror of the waters. THERE, I started to draw moonlight upon the waters as if I were a painter. Moonlight.

-Why are you so cruel?

-Baroness, why do you ask?

-Why did you torture my young niece when she asked you to play a piece of music?

-I simply refused, telling her that she had no ear for music.

-Perhaps from a repetition of disappointments, your heart has turned cold?

-And you, you were quite a woman when you were young.

Again, I look upon the moonlight descending the staircase. 

-And you, you composed the moonlight sonata to show a blind woman the moonlight?

-How are you able to hear me, Baroness?

-I am long dead. You have embedded my image into your mind.

-So you are not actually there.

-No. You've gone completely insane and you are composing your final symphony.

-My final work will synthesize Germany's religiousness with..

-Nationalism. Are you sure that you want to write this symphony?

-It's what I hear. I hear the birds and the trees singing the music coming from my imagination. I hear people conversing with each other with my music. I hear my music all the time, in my mind, in my mind, IN MY MIND.

The white hairs of the Baroness began to appear a bit wiry. She was still a beautiful woman, but she was literally pale and useless in her appearance.