On tombstone old, he sits
Violin resting on boney shoulder.
His fleshless jaw keeps it steady,
As bleach white bones take their place.
Soon he plays, plays a haunting melody,
Raising the dead to life once more.
Eerie moonlight illuminates the graveyard.
Decaying ladies in soiled gowns, sway.
Men in tattered suits of mourning,
Move to the ladies and bow.
They dance, is seems on a floor of air,
Waltzing in time to the violinist’s tune.
Mozart could never imagine this scene
As they dance to the Moonlight Sonata.
Before long the moon says a sad goodbye,
For it will be another month before its return.
Slowly they return from whence they came, and
Deaths ballroom is once again silent.
Author notes
I got inspiration for this poem from this link, go to the eighth picture down.
http://www.worth1000.com/stories/thread.asp?cid=30&eid=397938
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