Impossible
I heard my father play
The impossible;
Moonlight Sonata created
By Beethoven, nearly deaf
out of the impossible
I listened every night
From my childhood bedroom
I listened to the impossible—
My father playing
Moonlight Sonata on the baby grand
I hear him playing now
The impossible yet palpable Moonlight
My deceased father playing
His impossible
Never knowing until I was grown
That he only ever played
The first part of the Sonata for me each night~
Then played a record
To hear for himself the impossible
The impossible part
He never mastered playing
The part I hear the loudest now
His fingers alive across the ivory keys
Out of the impossible
**inspired by Beethoven quote & poem by Rosemerry
SOMETIMES WHEN I DESPAIR
“There are no barriers for a person with talent and love towards work”. —Ludwig van Beethoven
Everyone knows Beethoven
went deaf, could hardly hear
by the time he composed
the Moonlight Sonata.
I think of him sometimes
when I want to believe
in impossible things.
Like great harmony
born out of dead silence.
Like love in full bloom
despite drought.
Like finding a pocket in time.
Like hope, growing like mint.
--Rosemerry Wahtola Trommer
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