Beethoven's attic

“Come take a look at my attic!” He said

There are some very old treasure chests

Buried in these dark sloping walls

Some of the Dolls still remember how to smile

Some hooks are still on the walls though unoccupied

Some furs and pictures of animals we loved

The whole place still leaks

You’ll get used to the smell

A square window still talks incessantly

Of all the children who went by

In a span of a hundred years

Come around once in a while

I saw this poem before actually writing it while listening to Beethoven... one of the most satisfying experiences ever.