Mourning Widower

I wrote this for my English teacher today when she told us to use the imagery we had when she played songs. The final song she played was Beethoven's Moonlight Sonata.

I had imagined Beethoven slumped over a black piano in a white marble room dressed in black. He had sat up and stared sorrowfully at a picture of his wife that was propped on his piano. Then slowly he began to play the Moonlight Sonata as his final good bye.

Other people had darker ideas of the piece as well as much happier ones. A friend of mine wrote Beethoven's suicide note, while another wrote a paragraph story of a boy and his dad in a park.