The note is sparkling in a soul,
And sounds are there and here.
His music's loud, that's the goal,
But he... he cannot hear.
His hands like great and solid lumps,
They may to shake the sphere.
And like the wave his music bumps,
But he... he cannot hear.
He can embroider the cascades
Of splendid music clear.
And cheers are sounding with no rates,
But he... he cannot hear.
But Liza's breaking through the crowd
Where noone couldn't hear.
She's whispering the words of love,-
For him it will be clear...
Beethoven
© Copyright: Юрий Розвадовский, 2008
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One of the best poems of love I've ever read.
All the best,
Владислав Тимошин 01.04.2008 07:56 • Заявить о нарушении
All the best,
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