Beethoven played by so many hands
He is everlasting applause.

Da Vinci in so many eyes
He still paints upon humanity.

Shakespeare on so many lips
He has kissed the fleeting light.

Handel in so many churches
He is the stained glass of the soul.

Dickens in so many living rooms
He has become the tree of charity.

Van Gogh on so many walls
He is a window on the night sky.

Dostoevsky in so many minds
He is a book without pages.

Mozart in so many ears
He’s been memorized by air.