On an ancient mahogany spinet, as her thin fingers
Deftly play glorious and intricate combinations of sounds,
The sweet aroma of Beethoven lingers in the atmosphere
Of the room, my tears celebrate his poignant music, my
Joy commemorates his genius.
The notes of the first movement
Of the beautiful Moonlight Sonata
Echo off the walls like tiny black dancing elves,
My ears hunger for the magical notes to
Send a message of truth into my longing spirit.
New sensations emerge while chords
Reverberate deeply in my brain. I feel
A peculiar and soothing calm listening
To his beautiful, mysterious, and
Haunting music
As I sit and listen to the chords drifting upon my
Ears from the ancient spinet, I sense the notes
Drifting intensely into my soul: That is when I
Fully realized the awesome power of music, a
Power to transcend and reform.
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