The Moonlight SonataA Poem by Heart Of A Wolf
There once was a man
Born on the sixtenth of December
Who could coax emotion from a melody
As a fire does from an ember.
His music is soul
That comes straight from the heart.
He turned simple keys and music
Into a refined and magical art.
His notes whisper over skin
To produce soothing and calming effects.
Rain and lightning come to life
In the storm that he projects.
The piano's musical vibrations
Flowed through his delicate fingertips
As his ear pressed to the floor,
Listening for the melody's rises and dips.
He was intuned to the night
And the feeling of nature's sounds.
He created music sent
Straight from heavenly realms.
© 2008 Heart Of A Wolf
Added on June 3, 2008
Heart Of A Wolf
AboutHello everyone. I guess i'll tell you a little about myself. I first started writing poetry when i was only 10. I had read Frost's "If", and "In Flander's Fields", and from then on i have been hooked .. more..