Sonnet
Moonlight Sonata
mood music
Pale moonlight oozes from the lacquered grand
as birdlike fingers stroke the checkered keys.
Time seemingly forgets its second hand,
a drop of golden amber set to freeze.
C-Minor echoes through the concert hall,
draped in a velvet burgundy on oak.
The chandelier’s on dim as shadows shawl
the audience in leisurely baroque.
The tempo’s picking up, a stately dance.
Wrists up and down, a peacock’s mannered gait,
and then, excited, clasping at their chance,
they race across the keyboard to their fate.
Could but a poem match that final note,
the poet, could say, quitting: “all she wrote”.
© A. Gee, 2024. All rights reserved.
Thank you for reading this piece — I tried to channel my thoughts from my own, early, inexpert renditions of this unforgettable sonata — mom was right, should have practiced more. I could never do it any justice by playing the ivory keys — but perhaps the words I typed here can.
I write mostly metrical poetry, sometimes soulful, often irreverent. Think Dr. Seuss collaborates with Chaucer. Well, maybe halfway. If you find that intriguing, more is available here
