​POETRY  
          

Playing the Piano was a Refuge    -   photo by Weebly.com                                                                          

Moonlight Sonata
by David A. Scott

​​Reminds me of my mother,
a young pianist in her early 20’s,
recently married to my father,
older, brilliant, and accomplished,
a man without gentleness,
closed off in his heart
because of his own harsh mother.
 
Playing the piano was a refuge,
a secret garden
filled with angelic music,
her fingers dancing across the ivory,
a place to hide
from his insults
and attempt to heal.
 
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Author's Note:  
In response to Beethoven’s Moonlight Sonata, seen at:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-VmQNKaOeEw

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​David Scott is a retired psychotherapist living with his wife, two dogs, and a cat in Fresno, California. He has written poetry for most of his life and had a few poems published. 

Other pieces in this Issue:  
Poetry:
Two Songs  

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