Two Hundred Years Ago, Ludwig’s Glow

Two hundred 
Years ago
Ludwig 
Turned a corner

But today
His first 
Movement
An end silent

The dishwasher
Was spritzing
Sounding like
Applause but rinsing

Are appliances
So near to us
That sciences
Fool with us

But Luigi
When it might
End
Tossed a bend

Tympanic
Rolling
Symphonic
Controlling

Of transition
So swift
And lofty
You are left adrift

But then 
Movement three
On me
Became anew

A DeKoven
Moment might
Enliven
My patience

But in all cosmoses
I am left
Panting diagnoses
Adagio vercleft

Round four
Bumbles in
Soon the singing
Might begin

Rhythm
Is human
Singing 
Is soon beginning

Anthems
Are projected
Cloaked in
Chaos

The first voice
Disturbs 
The composer
Focuses his choice

Of chorus
Maybe dueto
Quartet
Then dancing martinet

Music
Which unfolds
A libretto
A trick

Which transitions
A symphony
Into a cantata
A Missa Sinfonia