I am never without Ludwig <br />that mess of tangled hair <br />accompanying me with his <br />fifth, ninth, and moonlight <br /> <br />in my now unplugged ears <br /> <br />stereo muted, no longer <br />blaring at my need to hear <br />thousands of times before <br />now lilts indelibly sealed <br /> <br />o but he moves me still<br /><br />Frederick Kesner<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/sonamphony/
