The Power of the Beethoven's Music

Music is one of the greatest arts enjoyed by millions of people all over the world. It would have become impossible if there were no such people as composers. God gave them the greatest gift - to hear the melodies played in Heaven. I'd like to tell you about the musician whom I admire both as a personality and a creator.

One of the greatest German composers Ludwig wan Beethoven was born in Bonn in 1770. He was a very talented boy. At the age of 10 he already played the violin in Bonn's court orchestra with the people who were much older than he. He was a very skillful organist and harpsicordist. He had some teachers who were famous at that time and they couldn't help admiring his great talent.

In May 1787, he played some songs and sonatas to Mozart. The great composer was impressed greatly and said that the young man would make people speak about him.

But Beethoven's life was not so easy, it was full of sorrows and despair.

When Ludwig was 17, his mother died and he had to take care of his brothers and always drunken father. He had a lot of work and no time for composing. He worked as a private teacher of music, an organist in church, he also played the piano, the violin in the theatre during performances.

In 1792,Beethoven met Hydn who was really impressed by his woks and proposed him to move to Vienna. Beethoven agreed and Hydn became his teacher. But Hydn didn't like Ludwig's independent character. He also didn't like Beethoven's unbridled passion. During that time Beethoven recognized himself a composer and decided to change the teacher.

The fame came to Ludwig van Beethoven in 1800 and since then it never left him.

The summer of 1801 Ludwig spent in Hungary. There he fell in love with Juliet Guccionoli. At that time he composed the most famous of his sonatas "The Moonlight Sonata". He wrote it during one summer night and expressed all love, joy and admiration in it.

When I listened to this sonata for the first time ,I was impressed so much that I couldn't say a word. I knew that it would be something great. And it was. I imagined a dark room with a harpsicord, some candles, open windows and a man sitting motionlessly in a chair. Suddenly the man stood up and went to the harpsicord. It seems to me that he was very excited, the man started playing.

The moon shone brightly in through the windows and lit up his glorious rugged head and massive figure. He improvised a sonata to the moonlight. Time after time he looked at the sky and the stars.

He was playing the sad and infinitely lovely movement. It crept gently over the instrument like the calm flow moonlight over the dark and silent earth. This was followed by a will passage in trimple time. The melody seemed to be a dance of spirits upon a lawn. Then came a swift agitato finale - a breathless, hurrying, trembling movement. The last chords were very soft, calm and full of love... He played it for the woman of his dream.

She understood every passage, every sound of this magic declaration of love. The music spoke to her better than any words...

I have heard this Sonata hundreds of times, but still I can't imagine how could a man compose such a wonderful music during one night. I think it was not enough to be a genius...