Very pretty. Rymes nicely. It has a calm feeling, the "faded candle light" and "slowly drink our wine". I especially love the last 3 lines.-daisy wings

Breathtaking . . . absolutely breathtaking . . .

*Swoons*

I have never heard the song this is inspired by, yet I hear it humming in my ears ever so softly. This is what I've heard is called grace within writing. Beautiful.

I normally stay away from rhyming poetry (I never write it . . . ever)since so few can do it without noticable force (ie. I notice it rhymes right away and I try to guess the next word) BUT this had me reading in a state of complete tranquility. I enjoyed every image you have created!

I love this! I can actually see how one would get these images from listening to "Moonlight Sonata," and I love your word choices. Excellent job. :-)

wow.. well written!

soft, prettyful, i wish i could express how poetry makes me feel with words better but this was nice, really nice, beautifully done

this poem comes across as very peaceful, and i love the peace. good job

It was a bagatalle or a prelude,

Something much shorter than sonata length,

But in that span so magical delight,

Came all illusions of another life,

A masquerade of whirling dervishes,

All frenzied in some midnight revelry,

What Duke or Duchess gave this offering,

To mighty Dionysius and his wine?

That from such sweet sounds so much ecstasy,

Should pour and fill the vessel of our hearts,

Is but a mystery sublime and strange,

Like moonlight gleaming over seashore waves.

My mind was buzzing with emptiness and I wasn't understanding anything I was reading except hard facts, no abstract thoughts or emotions, just the humming of silence. Your poem slowly eased some of it away for a minute or tow, giving perhaps a viualization, then it ended and my mind returned to it's former state once again. Some how I'm managed to convince myself that I have no true emotions and it's worked. It's because there's not much to care about, not much to look forward to except another day. No darkened rooms or moonlight sonatas for me. If I wanted to get laid, all I'd have to do is wake up and life'd screw me just fine. hah, I don't know. I was sad once, last weekend, but I got so happy that I was feeling sad that the emotions cancelled. Oh well... nothing I could ever do about it... I stopped to think for about a minute or two and I lost all my thoughts, so some newer ones then...

Who was Ephriam? I saw the name once before but I don't remember who it was. I like psychology, but it's too high for me to teach myself, and too large of a concept to teach at this school. I want to read the rest of this story, the thing I like about some stories is that some are unfinished and those are the best to read. That's my problem with writing, I don't want to ruin my ideas and it restricts me a bit. Yes, I wonder what my repressed trauma is? I think it means "sorrowful spirit". I haven't been able to review back because I got a job and had to work three days in a row. Something from matchbox twenty? 'I'm not crazy, I'm just a little unwell' (only thing I know)

And a song from me 'My head's a ballon, inflating with the altitude' -postal service

they say love is blind, they say many things about love, it perhaps has a longer definition than anyword in the human language. It has a connection to everything, and yet some things are strange to it.

Raise a glass of dark warm wine to the Lady Elaine on a rain smelling autumn's night.Hugs and kisses,S.P.

I love it! It really makes you feel the atmos. iz xx

your poem is beautiful, I can't explain why but it reminds me of mist blowing in from the sea... It's mysterious but perfectly clear...