Two Poems by Liz Lefroy

    Beethoven Haus, Bonn His home is as his mother might’ve kept it – tidied up, waiting. House of a thousand notes and sorrows, he’s already left. He’ll not be back from Vienna this time, and she’s long dead. We find it serious – oil portraits, creaking boards, shuttered windows, facsimile scores behind glass, instruments in cabinets, the Hammerklavier locked up. Here’s his viola … Continue reading Two Poems by Liz Lefroy