The Moonlight Sonata (Death's Violin)

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Born from the mind of a musician, this poem is dedicated to my grandfather, who died in December 2006, and has been my inspiration to continue my education in the fine art of playing the violin.

Music, an angel's last tear to the departed.

Submitted: July 31, 2008

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Submitted: July 31, 2008

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The Moonlight Sonata (Death's Violin)

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As the last threads,

break,

rip,

tear from my soul.

Stealing from me this life we call 'humanity'.

The last rasping melodies of our realm echo,

echo in my deaf ears,

as the last noise of the mundane,

the ordinary.

The mortal.

The sweetest of melodies greet me,

on this moonlit night.

The sound of an angel,

playing,

as if with an orchestral number of heavenly beings.

This moonlight sonata,

upon my soul has left it's mark.

I have been granted safe passage way,

as I make my way through the valley of shadow.

Death's Violin,

the last noise the dead shall hear.

This minstrel deva's last tear,

for the dearly departed. 


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