Maybe stop mumbling  you see no reason ...

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         One day Beethoven decided to die. But he didn’t die.

         Or rather, he died, of course. Thirty years later.

                                          Maria Pustovit

    Why did I choose the most seemingly inappropriate title of all possible for the selection of poems about Beethoven? (I always title collections based on one of the poems in a book.)  What does coffee have to do with it, if we are talking about a title for a collection of poems about the composer?

    That's why. (Well, to create intrigue, of course). This book is largely about "my" Beethoven, and what is the "secret" of the "grains" you will learn after reading to the right moment.

    I didn’t want to choose either the “loud name” or the “pathetic”, although it is precisely to Beethoven that the pathos fits, without any doubt about the appropriateness of the pathetic. I also really didn’t want any mentions in the title of the book “deafness”, which is often found in poetry,  because deafness, alas, is one of the main events in the fate of the great composer. Acceptance of this misfortune and overcoming it is one of the main aspects of the book, as well as projecting onto you and me today, projecting onto our difficult time ...  An attempt to "hear".

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    Hear each other.

    Hear the voice of reason.

    Hear the breath of love.

    Find strength in yourself and overcome ...