I remember my old Beethoven Street:

with the market on the corner always closed.

A place that will never change in time;

when you find it you can tell that it's mine.



Backyard in the sun, runners up at dawn,

motorcars with mufflers charged raced after dark…



I knew I could never really leave:

there's a handprint on the sidewalk I've outgrown.

In a place that I will always call my home...

Never forget it. Never leave it alone



Never let it go now.

You know Beethoven was my own.