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...
Copyright © Mystic Rose Rose | Year Posted 2024
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