Moonlight Sonata

I'm bathed in the night, as it climbs through my window While the music of moonlight softens the air It dips, oh so softly, peeking gently with care, Into the room, to lighten the gloom While a timeless sonata, of so long ago Croons the same somber notes, That have played on for years I have noticed how moonbeams, seek my attention Hanging over the garden, waiting to hear Just as a guest, would expect to come in ‘Moonlight Sonata’ has a place in my home I had practiced through childhood Though it seemed quite beyond me With small nimble fingers Less and less satisfaction I remember my mother With dishes piled high And soap on her nose Calling out from the kitchen “That time, much better!” Or my dad, in the dark room Walter Cronkite, his companion Calling out from the shadows “I think now, you've got it!” Tonight in the dim light I watch how the moonlight Slides over the piano, sliding over the keys It seems that the moon knows That time cannot stand still That years come and the years go But the tune, is the same tune, and the moon, is the same moon And the Moonlight Sonata is a place I call home