Grand Piano Moonlit

A poem Beethoven

Forgetting in the slow motion tone of quiet pause

knowing only of fingers giving sound to moonlight

final note resonating deep within a heart at peace.

Author's Note

all comments are welcome

Reviews

[7's]

i know that feel myself..
but never on the latter notes
...
truly 'seems as made right before my eyes

[LE Berry]

It really is all about those moments of quiet belonging which we meet in the best of music, isn't it? Thanks for your comments Clean.

[7's]

but this poem's true only when one learns...
'knowing of fingers' can't bet on this while going, just moving for hours at a place