[Verse 1] Amidst the blooming daffodils, A melody soars, like a gentle will. Notes dance on the ivories, Whispering tales of yore, in the spring's own lore. [Chorus] Oh, sonata of the season's grace, Beethoven's spirit, in this space. Echoes in the air, a timeless embrace, A song for the spring, in a Beethoven's trace. [Verse 2] Breezes sway with the rhythm's flow, Nature's symphony, a silent show. A cascade of keys, in a tranquil repose, Nature's concert hall, where the soul finds its close. [Chorus] Oh, sonata of the season's grace, Beethoven's spirit, in this space. Echoes in the air, a timeless embrace, A song for the spring, in a Beethoven's trace. [Bridge] As the sun dips low, and the shadows grow, Still the piano speaks, in a hush, a glow. A nocturne for the night, a lullaby's woe, A luster of the moon, in the starry show. [Chorus] Oh, sonata of the season's grace, Beethoven's spirit, in this space. Echoes in the air, a timeless embrace, A song for the spring, in a Beethoven's trace. [Outro] As the final notes gently fade, A memory lingers, in the heart's made. A sonnet of spring, forever engraved, In the music's echo, where the soul's brave. [End]