Night Sonatas
When all the noises around me are still,
I most clearly hear the voices in my head
It is then I experience the ultimate thrill.
Of melodies churning in my mind until
They find pleasure in my fingers instead,
When all the noises around me are still.
My fingers race across the keys in a trill,
Sometimes when I am asleep in my bed,
It is then I experience the ultimate thrill.
At the pianoforte, in my dreams, fulfill
The sonatas in the right key my soul bled,
When all the noises around me are still.
I hear the applause of an audience till
An encore plays over and over, I am lead
It is then I experience the ultimate thrill.
As I cannot seem to get ovations to fill
My heart and soul are insatiably fed,
It is then I experience the ultimate thrill
When all the noises around me are still.
Written November 21, 2022
Copyright © L Milton Hankins | Year Posted 2022
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