Sounds of your piano - variation on the poem by Jena Woodhouse

Борис Старосельский
I am afraid of silence, do not leave!
Your piano where angels could reside
each morning overcomes the depth of night.
Oh, instrument of psyche and of grief!

Once we together roamed in disbelief
the streets of Socrates and gleaming light
played on the keys of columns, ancient, bright,
an overwhelming, happy leitmotif.

Now in the morning, sitting back to back,
when you fight demons I am fighting tears,
I am a mute keyboard with all keys black.

Your solitude, internal, it appears
with dark preludes and fugues that come and drag
my notes of loneliness that no one hears. 


© Copyright: Борис Старосельский, 2003
Свидетельство о публикации №103041400133
Список читателей / Версия для печати / Разместить анонс / Заявить о нарушении
Другие произведения автора Борис Старосельский
Рецензии
Написать рецензию
Dear Antipode, these poems are amazing - and SO beautiful! I am lost for words. You do me great honour. Thank you!

Best regards,

Jena

Jena Woodhouse   20.04.2003 16:22   •   Заявить о нарушении
+ добавить замечания
Dear Jena, your original poem created a wonderful vision and its emotional charge was inescapable. I am sure your poetry will inspire everyone who has an opportunity to read it.

Best wishes

Борис Старосельский   24.04.2003 12:05   Заявить о нарушении
+ добавить замечания
Написать рецензию     Написать личное сообщение     Другие произведения автора Борис Старосельский