There will always be that guy who can't sit still during Beethoven's slow movement. He will go on to take advantage of those who don't know who Beethoven is. He will rule the world. Watch out. The rock and rollers sing and dance and mangle poetry so they almost get back to wordless Beethoven but not quite. Expertise performs Beethoven. And it's always Beethoven--- no matter how hard Richard Wagner hits the keys. But your rock and roller star is a star by his smile. The smile is a beautiful fountain. But Beethoven is always climbing Mozart mountain or floating in Mozart's ancient hills. Bach is the father, Mozart, the spirit. Wait. Listen. The rock and roller's death. Did you hear it? Beethoven is the son. John and Paul were so amusing to each other. Brahms. In childhood I heard violins in these rooms. We wrote things on pieces of paper. We tried to express ourselves. Love? There will never be one, as you knew her then, again. There will always be that guy.