Adagio sostenuto (First Movement)

In the still of night, where shadows dance,
A melody unfolds, a mournful trance.
Soft whispers in the moon’s gentle light,
A serenade of sorrow, pure and bright.

The keys weep softly, like tears on glass,
A tale of heartache from the distant past.
Each note, a sigh, a breath, a plea,
Echoes of a love that used to be.

Through the darkness, a flicker, a spark,
A glimmer of hope in the depths of the dark.
Yet the night remains, serene and still,
A canvas of dreams, a longing to fulfill.

Allegretto (Second Movement)

A playful interlude, a brief reprieve,
From the melancholy, a moment to believe.
The dance of shadows, a delicate play,
A waltz of light in the breaking day.

Joy peeks through, a fleeting glance,
A momentary pause in sorrow’s dance.
The heart lifts, if just for a while,
A gentle smile, a tender guile.

But the joy is brief, a passing phase,
A whisper of dawn in a moonlit haze.
Yet in that moment, hope is reborn,
A promise of light in the coming morn.

Presto agitato (Third Movement)

A tempest arises, a storm of sound,
A fury unleashed, emotions unbound.
The keys thunder, the heart races,
A whirlwind of feelings, no traces.

Passion ignites in a fervent blaze,
A tumult of thoughts, a frenzied maze.
The soul cries out in wild despair,
A clash of dreams in the midnight air.

Yet within the chaos, a truth reveals,
The power of love that never yields.
In the storm’s eye, a calm, a peace,
A glimpse of eternity, a sweet release.

:: 06.09.2024 ::