Verse 1 - KING
Verse 2 - Cry
Verse 3 and in between lines - Brandon Cee
On That Note
The melody strikes my bleeding eardrums,
this symphony of light; a beating succumb.
Fingers are numb as I strum these strings,
my heart orchestrates a psalm beneath kings.
The tune of my violin silences violence too,
with no pique, a unique mist of violets spew.
"Tonight's just you," all my dreams awaken,
audiences pause applause, seats seem forsaken.
It's a mistaken belief that relieves my soul,
I've gone too far beyond bars to die unknown.
Alone, I'm more then just a musician today,
I'm a folktale that prevails, a magician you display.
The mission was to give them blood -
and sweat for those who accept my work
as a gift, not a threat at first. I only achieved
the latter, but it matters less when I feel
accomplished, so stop it with the slander
for I demand a free man's office to produce.
I close my eyes, watching this guy...
and there, all my life's unrolling in a single blind stride,
even then I find light, even deeper in my mind's eye,
it's so right, I... can't describe what's so deceiving,
fingers hitting each key, pushing down then leaving!
I check my ears for any bleeding, press my tears --
with a handkerchief; hand it off and bless my peers,
suddenly it's an end I fear, and I wait reluctantly,
for that melody to up and leave after touching me,
walk out like any love and dream, it hurts and stings,
and I open my eyes as father finishes the Für Elise.
But what they didn't get was the
letter that follows this stanza - it has a
certain appeal and they've shown it as one
of Beethoven's favorite pieces of work -
a note to his faithful, grateful dead or alive
who strive for more than the eye sees.
Music binds us from behind our eyes as tears try to blind us
The light's beam through minus the darkness; trying to find love
In a spec of dust - a kind of trust that only exists in fingertips
The beating of a heart can only hurt, music lives between the kicks
And every genius lives safe, where no man has invested at first
My mind's a cavern for slumber and a stage for the rest of my work
No. 9 - this song is silent for years as I tweak with these notes
And I've never gotten to hear it - my hope is you feel what I wrote
Reveal every slope to me as I fail to find one I can easily climb
History makes or breaks you...I was sure they'd leave me behind
But it was pleasing to find that composure in a real tough position
Leads a decomposed body to a well-known, recomposed composition
And on that Note...I bid you adieu!
-Beethoven
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. Lol keep up this work, for sure... & we'll have to battle it out or collab a few times 
