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Moonlight Sonata

Moonlight Sonata

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All through the night the moon
shines its silver beacon.
I sit below in my room playing piano
It is dark in the room.
no lights but the moons candle.
I play the beautiful soulful
 moonlight sonata.
It was her favorite piece.
My fingertips touch the keys
as softly as the moonlight
caressed her skin
The vision is in my mind.
it is locked in old memory
in a place I always open on
nights such as this.
when old feelings will not sleep.
Outside my window the world
Is covered in pools
of silver moonlight.
All I can do is think and feel
of you
only of you.
You are far from me now
In another world
that I shall never know.
A world of light and gaiety.
As my heart falls
in tune with the soft melody
I close my eyes
and see you dancing
with me in the moonlight.
In the fantasy of my dreams.
You smile and say
“Be sure not to drown in pools
of moonlight My Love”
As if it could stop me from
Drowning in my sorrow.

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Nancy Mcgowin

JUDE- SENSATIONAL!!! I mean IT! This is so very, very, beautiful, I just wanted you to keep writing it!!!!!!

Love IT!!!!!!

Nancy

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Stephen Huette

I liked it very much :) Moonlight Sonata was the first song I learned on the piano! And I still find it very beautiful. Your poem speaks those notes right off the page. I'm a sucker for melancholy art. Kudos!

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