A SHORT MESSAGE TO MR. BEETHOVEN
Re: Moonlight Sonata
I am naked
Shivering in cold night
Seeking vestments to hide
these ugly bruises
Exposed
By your aggressive moonlight
Beaming
From its darkness
Touching mine
How did you compose
The sounds of my sadness
Could you not hear me cry
Like a masochist
I am compelled
To repeat, repeat
The melodic hurt that brings pleasure
Because beauty is mystery
Its intention so vast
We cannot perceive it's depth
Nor its cause, or fullest effect
I will listen
Again, again
Though your sonata
Is like a rose with thorns
I am grateful
The Immortal Beloved (German "Unsterbliche Geliebte") is the mysterious addressee[1] of a love letter which composer Ludwig van Beethoven wrote on 6–7 July 1812 in Teplitz. The entire letter is written on 10 small pages, in Beethoven's rather inconsistent handwriting.[2][3]
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I saw myself in these words and understand the gratitude for the rose with thorns.
ReplyDeleteThe contrast between the music and the pain of being naked for the Moon’s eye is stark. I think of winter and how blue the moon can be.
ReplyDeleteLuv the mastery of this great musician expressed in your poem. So compelling
ReplyDelete"am compelled
To repeat, repeat The melodic hurt that brings pleasure
Because beauty is mystery"
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Grateful, for the power of beauty that stings....I so know the feeling. Music always touches my deepest heart. Beautiful, Myrna.
ReplyDeleteReally a moving write, Myrna!
ReplyDeleteMystical and magical. I suspect he would be very grateful to read this.
ReplyDeleteThis is beautiful, Myrna. It really speaks to me. Wonderful writing.
ReplyDeleteAggressive moonlight and melodic hurt.. just wonderfully written.
ReplyDeleteSuch an emotive poem..each word so carefully chosen and conveyed such feeling
ReplyDeleteAs a lover of Beethoven's music, I was drawn to your poem. I wrote a piece of flash fiction, which was recently published in an anthology, about Ludwig's Friday Morning, whereas your beautiful poem is about aggressive moonlight! I especially like the lines:
ReplyDelete'How did you compose
The sounds of my sadness'
and
'The melodic hurt that brings pleasure
Because beauty is mystery'.
Mysterious indeed!
ReplyDeleteThis is incredibly evocative, Myrna! Your words touch deeply and bring to surface emotions which I didn't realize were there.
ReplyDeleteThe right music, like the right words, can lay our souls bare.
ReplyDeleteSo beautiful!!! Your words are like the music.
ReplyDeleteMusic has the ability to touch our senses, our life and our world. May there always be music that makes us feel both the thorns and beauty of rose.
ReplyDeleteI feel the passion you wrote the poem with, and deep music accompanying it. Very moving poem.
ReplyDeleteThe beauty of music, the pain of memory. Well captured!
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