Narrative Essay On Beethoven

My right index finger hesitantly lingered above C, awaiting the decisive soft click as I pressed down onto the key. Never had my movements felt so deliberately precise. Slowly easing onto the familiar white smoothness of A, my left finger found its place just a bit down the keyboard. I knew that each and every stroke of my hands of my performance matters today. And yet, I smiled, letting my hands dance all over, presenting a symphony of sound as the ideas inside my head came to life.

The music to my ears, however, wasn’t Bach or Beethoven, despite my personal pursuit of the piano. Instead, the notes of my waltz were snippets of HTML tags and CSS selectors on my monitor, the sweet melody the scattered wireframes and mockups across my desk,
However, I had never been put under the spotlight to perform on the spot, much less to write my own Beethoven's 5th with nothing save for my writing medium of
While a secondary motif, a sans-serif font that would complete the entire piece, hummed inside my mind, I could not figure out just how to fit it into what we had already established on the paper. Time and time again we tried to rework the melody to avoid our small blunder, but to no avail. Our piece would not be complete without the precision of the smallest accents. Finally, we had to relent, invoking the advice of the true prodigies, who quickly and painlessly weaved every component together. And so, having set in stone all the melodies of our symphony, we chose to disregard our minor tuning flaws and focus on encapsulating the essence of our masterwork to the final