Moonlight Sonata

When listening to Beethoven’s “Moonlight Sonata,” many different emotions envelop through my body. The first movement, Adagio Sustenato, made me feel like I was in a wooden rowboat, drifting peacefully along on a crystal clear lake. I felt as if the air was brisk, yet serene, like a calm before the storm. I envisioned beautiful white swans floating carelessly along side the shore line, as the water lapped the outer banks. As the movement progressed, it got more aggressive, making me feel as if the rowboat was rocking angrily in the wind.

The second movement, Allegreta, made me feel as if I was at a wedding reception, with smiling faces surrounding me. I saw such a striking sight; the bride and groom dancing, wine glasses held high in the air, a bouquet of flowers thrown into a crowd of screaming hopefuls, and a band playing on a stage, the pianist playing a jumpy, fun beat.

The third movement, Presto Agitato, was by far my favorite. It felt like I was in a bustling city, such as New York, where everything