How Helen Keller Heard Beethoven’s Ninth Symphony
Symphony in Silence
No light, no sound — yet tremors loom,
A thousand notes ignite the gloom.
Fingers trace the pulsing air,
And music rises everywhere.
A trembling thread, a thrum divine —
The cornets call, the drums align.
Violas swell, the violins soar —
A choral wave breaks on the shore.
Ecstatic voices, fierce and free,
Like angels veiled in harmony.
A rushing tide of joy and light,
The echoed ache of deafened night.
I feel the sorrow, sense the might —
The symphony’s relentless fight.
Beethoven’s soul, though bound and torn,
Still sings as if he’s newly born.
A silent shore — we stand as one,
The storm has passed, the song is done.
Yet in my hands, the feelings stay —
Vibration memories will not fade.

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