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In the heart of a forest, veiled in the night's embrace, Where the moon casts its silvery lace through the leaves' interlace, A solitary fairy, alight with an ethereal grace, Sits at a grand piano, carved of ancient wood's trace. Her delicate fingers, like whispers over ivory keys, Dance to the melody of Beethoven's “Moonlight,“ with ease. Each note, a drop of sound, in the silent night, it frees, Mingling with the symphony of the nocturnal breeze. Around her, the world listens, the forest holds its breath, Trees sway gently, as if in dance with each shadowy wraith. Moonbeams bathe her in light, in this secluded heath, As she weaves a tapestry of music, a mystical wreath. The melody, tender and haunting, in its mournful plight, Echoes through the woods, a beacon in the heart of night. It tells a tale of longing, of unrequited love's bite, A song of moon-kissed sorrows, taking a celestial flight. In this sacred grove, where time seems to pause and stare, The fairy's song merges with the essence of the air. Every creature, every leaf, in this nocturnal affair, Is entranced by the beauty, in this moment so rare. And when her final chord gently fades, like a sigh, The forest awakens, under the starry sky. The fairy vanishes, like a dream passing by, Leaving behind her melody, where memories lie. In the deep forest, under the moon's watchful eye, The notes of Beethoven's “Moonlight“ will forever fly, A testament to magic, that never truly dies, In the heart of the woods, where the enchanted lie. ※This channel is not monetized #beethoven #moonlight #sonata
