Master of harmony, in song
Master of emotion, at heart
Fell at rest long before his fame

His music crescendos far above the moon
Its speed intensifies as bright as the sun
And the melody falls in line with the hearts beat

Neglected in his era as he was
His passion influenced all
Far and near, before and now

Baroque was his style, staccato was his breath
Living to compose and dying to his faith
His music sends one on a journey of discovery


He took pains to compose a song
He took risk to spread his notes
To end up grieving his failure

Great deals of his work lost
Stuck on walls and used for garbage
As time will tell, his masterpiece shall rise to fame

Though he is absent from the world
His music stays steady like a pulse
Its artistic beauty soars high like clouds
And the intellectual depth of his music will remain
He is the greatest composer of all