Lyrics

[GHOST STORYTELLER, spoken] For a moment there was silence As the storm it hesitated And like the shadows in the room On his next word, it waited As Beethoven tried to remember The exact moment when he crossed the line Did he lose his soul with one cruel act Or with little ones that piled up in time? Then Beethoven wondered What one's soul was worth Is the price the samе the day we die As it is upon our birth? Thеn he turned towards Fate There was anger in his eyes Could his present plight, upon this night Be something she'd devised? [BEETHOVEN, spoken] Why did you deal me such a hand? Was it all chance or was it planned? And as throughout my life, you toyed Did you regret or just enjoy? [GHOST STORYTELLER, spoken] Now, Fate was quite stunned By this unexpected attack But she never lost her flawless grace As she gently replied back [FATE, spoken] Mephistopheles has made you an offer Now I will make one, too Together we will go back through your life And every act review Together we will go through your years This thing I can arrange And anything that you wish me to This very night I'll change [GHOST STORYTELLER, spoken] Now, Beethoven thought, "Was this a trick?" But a trick he could not see So he did the only thing he could Which was, to this new offer, he agreed [BEETHOVEN, spoken] Forgive my outburst,​ [GHOST STORYTELLER, spoken] Beethoven said [BEETHOVEN, spoken] You take kindness to an art I will gratefully accept your proposal If you'll just tell me where we start [FATE, spoken] "In looking back,​ [GHOST STORYTELLER, spoken] Fate replied [FATE, spoken] I see your youth was wild But if one really wants to know the man One has to know the child [GHOST STORYTELLER, spoken] And with those words, the room around them Did slowly fade away Replaced with one from his distant past Where, as a child, he had once played And there he saw himself as a young child Still a long way from the grave Where anything was possible And any dream could still be saved He was sitting at a piano But there was sorrow in his eyes And no child's eyes should have sorrow But the composer knew the reasons why His teacher had just struck him The mark was still clear upon his face As were the tears that followed it And whose path one could still trace And somewhere in his deepest thoughts The composer could still taste The child was writing a melody To distract himself from his pain And the elder Beethoven watching this Could not be restrained He entered into the small room And sat next to the child Which startled the boy for a moment Until the elderly gentleman smiled Then he played the song the child was writing And where the melody was rough Beethoven added three small notes But those notes, they were enough So in the year of 1778 On a beautiful summer's day To a young child's ears and an old man's fears The Sixth Symphony was first played [The child looks up in delight at the kind stranger who has helped him finish his song Though unused to such acts of kindness from adults he quickly warms to the elderly man And together they play, "The Pastoral Symphony."] [GHOST STORYTELLER, spoken] Fate then whispered from the darkness That his time here was at an end But as he was getting up to leave The child asked would they ever meet again?