Symphony #5 - Movement I

Dear Uncle, something terrible has happened
A madman has moved into our house
Do you remember when father died, mother decided to rent out his
Offices upstairs. Well, she has done it, and Ludwig van Beethoven
Has moved in. Every morning at dawn, Mr. Beethoven begins to make
His dreadful noise upstairs. Loud poundings and howlings come
Through the floor. They are like the sounds of an injured beast
Mother says I mustn't blame him. He's deaf and can't hear the
Noise he makes. But he wakes up the twins and they start their
Crying. They cry all day. All morning, Mr. Beethoven carries
On this way. After lunch, he storms into the street. Uncle
You should see him setting out for the afternoon. He hums to
Himself. He growls out tunes. He waves his arms. His pockets
Bulge with papers and pencils. The children run and call him names
Hours later, he comes home. Sometimes he's soaked with rain
He tracks mud through the hall. Other times, he doesn't come
Home at all. Or long after the house is quiet for the night
He comes in, pounding his way up the stairs, above our heads
Uncle, you know I have not seen you for some years. But I hope you
Will remember me. I beg you to tell
My mother to send Mr. Beethoven away