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The crowd is silenced as the old conductor takes the stage.

He turns around, and takes a bow, quite low for his old age.

He turns again to grab his wand, oh how I love this part,

Sit down, be quiet, please don't talk, the sonata's about to start.

He points to the violins, smooth and rolling, as they paint a picture dark.

And now the bass and cello join to give another mark.

Pluck! Plinck! Pluck! Plinck! sounds the piano man.

CRASH! go the cymbals, it's part of this old man's plan.

The tempo quickl

y carries as a faster beat it meets.

The audience is captivated on the edge of their seats.

The old man's arms are blurs of light, the piano man is pounding.

The tempest tune is crashing, crackling, roaring, howling, sighing.

Then all at once as if on purpose the entire sound starts dying,

From roar to gale, from gale to whisper, as if someone was crying.

Then, just when you thought it couldn't get any quieter,

silence.

This sonata simply deserves only the very best in fame,

so if you would, please be a dear, and take a guess at it's name.

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it was good i liked it. i actually had to come back to it like 4 or 5 times.

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The crowd is silenced as the old conductor takes the stage.

He turns around, and takes a bow, quite low for his old age.

He turns again to grab his wand, oh how I love this part,

Sit down, be quiet, please don't talk, the sonata's about to start.

He points to the violins, smooth and rolling, as they paint a picture dark.

And now the bass and cello join to give another mark.

Pluck! Plinck! Pluck! Plinck! sounds the piano man.

CRASH! go the cymbals, it's part of this old man's plan.

The tempo quickl

y carries as a faster beat it meets.

The audience is captivated on the edge of their seats.

The old man's arms are blurs of light, the piano man is pounding.

The tempest tune is crashing, crackling, roaring, howling, sighing.

Then all at once as if on purpose the entire sound starts dying,

From roar to gale, from gale to whisper, as if someone was crying.

Then, just when you thought it couldn't get any quieter,

silence.

This sonata simply deserves only the very best in fame,

so if you would, please be a dear, and take a guess at it's name.

Not just for a riddle, this is beautifully written poetry.

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Very true Lotus. Excellently written fileobrother, truly impressive.

Indeed!! I really felt the CLASH of the symbols and the PLINK, PLUNK, PLINK, PLUNK of the piano keys. I was "in the...."

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Indeed!! I really felt the CLASH of the symbols and the PLINK, PLUNK, PLINK, PLUNK of the piano keys. I was "in the...."

Well, I'm honored that you enjoyed it. ^_^

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