Listening to every heart
Tribute to Clair de Lune
Softly, tenderly, swaying in the midnight’s soft breezes,
comes to me the haunting melody and gently eases
my soul into a symphony of flowing rhapsody
as the moonlight’s sonata sings only to me.
Embracing me, holding me tenderly, stroking every sense
I lie without moving, the haunting melody grows intense
and enters every fibre of my very being
giving me a foresight which will go from you unseeing.
Refrains are hungry for understanding the note’s touch,
nay, I do not miss you so very much
when music’s enrapture traps my very core,
but with the passing of the melody, I will then miss you even more.
13 January, 2000
Look, then, into thine heart, and write ~~~ Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
[This message has been edited by Sunshine (edited 01-13-2000).]