As you know, when I’m eating the starter,
I like to listen to the Moonlight Sonata.
But you, I discovered a little later,
Would rather be with the Moonlight Sonata.
Must we call it off? Does it really matter?
Can’t both of us listen to the Moonlight Sonata?
I love you so much, your smile and your laughter,
I want to be happy with you ever after.
But it’s clear to me now, if I really haveta,
I could also be happy with you ever after.
The prompt for Matt’s latest Flash Fiction Foray was Beethoven’s Moonlight Sonata. There was a hint of an invitation to link it to the events in Paris, but that was so strong in my mind that I did it last week, and this week it’s defiantly flippant, owing more to George and Ira Gershwin than Beethoven. I hope he won’t mind (Ludwig, I mean, not Matt – I know he won’t mind). Thanks, Matt, for being a great host, and… What else can I say? Roll over, Beethoven!