Beethoven’s Muse
Form: Sicilian Septet
The passion of piano keys plays her beams,
to touch the darkened Earth with sacred light,
at city limits, I embrace her dreams,
as summer calls this festive Sabbat night
when Beltane voices sing to moonlit streams,
my thoughts of love that bring you to my sight,
a sonata echoes her silver gleam
©JGFarmer2014
A Garret Poet 
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