This is a story I told my son a few times. Maybe one day I'll turn it into a children's book, or maybe I'm doing it now.
Ludwig
One day, a boy named Ludwig was born. Since he was little he was very fond of music. He learned to play and learned to write music. Wherever he went, people always liked his music and were very happy.
One day, he noticed that he was going deaf. He was very sad, and for a while he stopped writing and playing music. Soon, he realized he wasn't hearing at all. He didn't know what to do.
But one day, he heard a song that was playing inside his head. It was his creativity that hadn't gone away. And even better: he realized that he could write this song, because his memory had stored the alphabet of how to write music for others to play.
He went back to making music and people were happy, and one day he made a fantastic song, which had songs within other songs. Other songs by other composers also have this, but even today many people say that that song that Ludwig had made entirely inside his head is the most beautiful of all.
The End.
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