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Nocturne Opus
By the still and quiet waterside,
a lone soul sits in contemplation, dry eyed.
The moon dressed in star-studded twilight
while the fauna congregate for the evening highlight,
a nocturne concerto that is soon to play
the lilting notes of a flute’s oeuvre.
Filling the air is a gentle musical larghetto,
a melody that should have been a dueto,
melancholy sounds yet ever so sweet
float through the night in a delicate beat.
Slowly the notes begin to rise,
wrenching tears from the musician's hooded eyes.
Yet there are no witnesses to this event
for all the eyes are of non human descent,
the animals all listen in hypnotized silence
as the notes ascend and descend in lyrical compliance,
slowly the flautist continues to play
and it seems even time has ceased it’s sway.
Everything in nature seems to go motionless
as the music comes to its crescendo,
“la cuspide del concerto”.
As she arrives at the coda or finale
of the opus nocturne’s totale,
all eyes rest on the musician.
Gently the musical notes begin to fade
as the night’s silence once again reigns,
the animals begin to move and stir
as all goes back to the evening’s overture,
the flautist lowers her instrument and quietly sighs,
gets up and disappears into the mists of the night.
*Inspiration:
Ludwig van Beethoven’s
“Moonlight Sonata”
Gypsy red
Dec.2011
a lone soul sits in contemplation, dry eyed.
The moon dressed in star-studded twilight
while the fauna congregate for the evening highlight,
a nocturne concerto that is soon to play
the lilting notes of a flute’s oeuvre.
Filling the air is a gentle musical larghetto,
a melody that should have been a dueto,
melancholy sounds yet ever so sweet
float through the night in a delicate beat.
Slowly the notes begin to rise,
wrenching tears from the musician's hooded eyes.
Yet there are no witnesses to this event
for all the eyes are of non human descent,
the animals all listen in hypnotized silence
as the notes ascend and descend in lyrical compliance,
slowly the flautist continues to play
and it seems even time has ceased it’s sway.
Everything in nature seems to go motionless
as the music comes to its crescendo,
“la cuspide del concerto”.
As she arrives at the coda or finale
of the opus nocturne’s totale,
all eyes rest on the musician.
Gently the musical notes begin to fade
as the night’s silence once again reigns,
the animals begin to move and stir
as all goes back to the evening’s overture,
the flautist lowers her instrument and quietly sighs,
gets up and disappears into the mists of the night.
*Inspiration:
Ludwig van Beethoven’s
“Moonlight Sonata”
Gypsy red
Dec.2011
Published 13th Dec 2011
| Edited 29th Feb 2012
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13th Dec 2011 4:43pm
I love Chopin nocturne opus #9 or 27. Moonlight sonata is a very slow, deep thinking, piece of musical art. An art that you have transformed into words. Making your write also a beautiful piece. I enjoyed the write.
13th Dec 2011 5:19pm
Yes, for me it was a piece built on meditative thoughts. Thank you very much for your comment.
Gypsy red
Gypsy red
13th Dec 2011 4:55pm
@The is moon> omit is.
Beethoven and Bach always strike a transcendental meditation for me and with this write you've struck many :)
Profound. Write_on
Beethoven and Bach always strike a transcendental meditation for me and with this write you've struck many :)
Profound. Write_on
13th Dec 2011 5:21pm
Good catch thank you, I missed it. Thank you so very much for the generous comment I am glad you enjoyed my piece.
Gypsy red
Gypsy red
15th Dec 2011 9:45pm
16th Dec 2011 12:07pm
Thank you very much, it was a pleasure to write this piece glad you enjoyed it.
Gypsy red
Gypsy red