29 January 2013
Gilded baroque in expression,
Although dissonant in places,
Withal it melts to peace's profession;
In harmony, hostility it disgraces.
Harken, let the melody soar,
Coulant comme une rivière d'or.
And though it dwindles to an end,
Still it echoes on the wind:
Clear notes tapping on a pond,
Allumé par une belle lune ronde.
Moonlight Sonata • Opuss № I