(Closing Poetry)

Now you think our story's over
And all have faded from this night
The ghosts, the spirits, and the Lady Fate
Have all faded out of sight
And just when all seemed silent
A window opened up
And Twist came in his face agrin
With what he had though up
And picking up the only copy
Of Beethoven's Tenth Symphony
He slid it behind the clock on the wall
Where I think it still must be
And at some time, on some future day
No one can really say when
That manuscript will be discovered
And the music will live again