Moonlight Sonnet

Moonlight Sonnet A song masterfully crafted, by a man hard of hearing: able to sooth any man or woman's ear. Beethoven could barely hear, the crowd's crying and cheering Still the beauty of his works, would not disappear. Moonlight Sonata outlives, even it's composer's death Like Moonlight; the Sonata shines upon the world. Tis so human, it can rob one, of one's breath for to describe its beauty, man possesses no word. But always must I remove, my spirits from aloft, When I hear the end-silence, of the sonata I adore: Never again, will a song like a kiss be soft. For the composer who had such power, composes no more. I remain grateful, though I will never hear the moonlight, played in a great hall For I would be worse off, if I had never, heard it at all.