Ludwig van Beethoven's(1770-1827) Piano Concerto No.1 In C Major Op.15
(1795-1800)

It's raining, one of those insistent rains at the end of a summer,

that go on and on, cold rain on a cold day, while flowers still bloom,

and the leaves are still green, deep green under these rain-pregnant

clouds of milk, a landscape of full of coming loss to human mind,

human mind living always in the tomorrow through memory of yesterdays;

the summers that ended live on in this summer, yet

they live on for trees too, that remember, remember and adapt,

without nostalgia, full of purpose, while the human mind, paralyzed,

knows, but filled with the past, like Buridan's ass, succumbs between plenty.

04.08.2017