Irving Berlin Overture
[On a late night in the spring of 1827
The city of Vienna is experiencing the largest lightning storm in its long history
Within a large disheveled room
Ludwig Von Beethoven is slumped over his piano
And on the piano sits the just completed manuscript for his tenth symphony
It is his final, and he is certain, his greatest work.]
Since the time when ra and isis
Raised the sphinx out of the sand
And apollo dreamed athena
And men began to understand
That when darkness folds on darkness
In the restless tides of night
And lightning raises shadows
And for moments gives them life
It's been said by those who ponder
That it surely is a sign
That a life touched by the stars
Is now running out of time
And that somewhere in that darkness
In the heart of that great storm
The world returns a soul
That the gods caused to be born
And this was such a storm
The kind one rarely sees in life
For in a room now filled with shadows
The great Beethoven was spending
His last night
[From the shadows a beautiful spirit, fate
And her deformed dwarf son, twist
Emerge to inform Beethoven of what he has already deeply suspected
That this is to be his last night on earth
They are accompanied by numerous spirits and ghosts from his past.]
