Words Written While Listening to Moonlight Sonata
As if the gods were striking the strings The air the piano plays And I listening am transported Back to former slower …
As if the gods were striking the strings The air the piano plays And I listening am transported Back to former slower …
It is just a game they say There is nothing to prove A pawn a rook to win or lose It matters …
From the sea they came open, not sneaking by stealth And they came for to parley, fosterage for wealth As silver was …