Classical Music

Softly the notes of a piano begin to play as evening dusk falls gently like a quiet bird in the night sky Mutant suns of long ago still haunting the heavens with its anemic haunting light; Dark waters, a whisper away from life gently gliding into the canal The piano turns to black and white in my mind, Mozart dreams Beethoven sighs Chopin angels Vivaldi cries as the evening dances away, I see a frozen tree in the middle of an empty stage: His hair is wild, his brow is furrowed deep thought, ... he is about to glide into another nocturnal sonata and so am I...