In the corner of a small room, I stood silent
Sweat drenched my entire body
Again and again, I glanced at the small, round object encircling my hand
I realized time was racing faster towards its target
Seconds passed, and the moment had arrived
My body felt as if stung by millions of volts of electricity
I dragged my steps, still accompanied by a glimmer of doubt
Until finally, here I was
Like a magnet, millions of eyes focused on a single point, me
Their mouths opened and closed with different rhythms
Chattering things I could not hear
I scrutinized each of their faces
Some were proud, curious, indifferent, even doubtful
But now, time was mine
A whisper stirred my thoughts
I am the young Beethoven
Though my ears cannot catch sounds
I will never let it hinder my artistic expression
Slowly but surely, my fingers danced beautifully
I pressed the keys, full of emotion
Simfoni No. 5 in C-Minor, op.67 ...
I was lost in my own world
Flowing, with nothing able to hinder it
Not a single meaning of the song was missed
I carried and absorbed the suffering and liberation from misery in every note
Until finally, darkness found its way to light
Like a princess awakening from a dream
I realized the audience was giving a standing ovation
I truly couldn't hear it
But expressions of awe clearly radiated from their faces
I was happy
My vision blurred
My eyes welled up
I succeeded
This is me, the young Beethoven