The Maestro’s Send Off

[Pendragon]

The Maestro’s Send Off

He played the piano in slow melodies,
And the clock on the wall ticked out of time.
Mozart, and Gershwin, Bach, Beethoven as well,
But that irritable timepiece was always out of beat!
He began to play the Moonlight Sonata—
The clock was geared up for Hawaiian Sunrise.
The ivories tickled faster and faster still,
The clockwork yawned and put on its nightcap.
The two could not get together at all—the Steinway Baby Grand Piano,
And the Swiss Made, Diamond Jeweled, Brass Pendulum Grandfather clock!
The snow finally lay upon the pianist noble brow,
And arthritis began to bend the skill from the long slender fingers.
He came home from a concert very weary, sat down and played a funeral march.
And lo, the Grandfather clock kept time all the way to the end, where it bonged three times.
In the morning, the servants found their master sitting dead at his piano.
But his face was turned to the Grandfather clock and he wore a truly heavenly smile and a single tear frozen on his face…

Pendragon
© 1/19/08

[PrinceMyshkin]

What a beautifully constructed Gothic tale! The seemingly matter-of-fact details to begin with, then the camera moved in closer:


The snow finally lay upon the pianist noble brow,
And arthritis began to bend the skill from the long slender fingers.

the seemingly adventitious playing of the funeral march followed by the hair-raising


And lo, the Grandfather clock kept time all the way to the end, where it bonged three times.

Lord! How I hated that ominous clock!

A quibble: would the tear still be running down his face or wouldn't it have come to rest at some point, or even possibly given the earlier reference to snow, might it have frozen there - an even more pathetic feature?

[Pendragon]

What a beautifully constructed Gothic tale! The seemingly matter-of-fact details to begin with, then the camera moved in closer:



the seemingly adventitious playing of the funeral march followed by the hair-raising



Lord! How I hated that ominous clock!

A quibble: would the tear still be running down his face or wouldn't it have come to rest at some point, or even possibly given the earlier reference to snow, might it have frozen there - an even more pathetic feature?Thank you, Jer! I liked the frozen tear and so it is...