Notes to Nocturne

When the antique organ is played,

The crowd they dont hooray.

Instead they show their gasping say, in a more subtle way.

Beetoven touched those keys

He showed us what he means.

His music left us keen, to hear his symphony.

But, oh the great mozart,

His music was like a tart.

Sweet and short, tied up in a knot.

But still, no one could defeat.

In reality they fight,

Both in music they unite,

Creating melody just as bright.

 

by

Vidya Vijay

 

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