A quiet...soft resolute theme plays
The low tunes of the piano ascends.
A sequence of sound radiates,
The tones hum...words of passion,
Reverberating...serenading a quiet night.
Echoing...deep in his prodigious soul,
In dedication to a fellow muse,
A pupil...Countess Giulietta Guicciardi.
Thoughts of her...radiates his mind,
Like the moon’s soft glow upon the night.
Against a filigree...silvery accompaniment
His fingers voice...a covert...love from within.
A bitter...sweet acceptance of fate...resounds,
In the sonata his...heart...sadly plays.
The movement ends in the reflective mood it began
Softly...fading into the solace of night
Echoing into time and age of man...
A sad...story that only fingers could tell
Of a miserable...lonely night in Vienna
From the isolated...soul of a dejected composer.
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Ludwig van Beethoven - Piano Sonata No.14, Op.27/2
"Sonata quasi una Fantasia" ("Moonlight Sonata")
Categories:
giulietta, education, history, music, passion
Form: Ekphrasis