Script-

.
I paint with an imaginary brush,
taking from the sky some watercolor
and gouache.
I add some oil from the springs, the ravines and the woods,
then a drop of mascara from the garden,
hiding there, behind a hedge
descending to the river and levada*.
I love this world to the point of trembling.
Is that extasy or something else?
What's pulsating in my chest?
Is that a heart?
No. Surely it's a solar plexus still connected
to my God, the Sun beyond horizon.

I can't stand painting,
because it shines within me heart.
You may call it Ra, Yarilo**, Sole Mio.
No matter. It just shines.
We may live as long as we can breathe the sunshine.
It's the only way to gain the energy for writing scripts and call them Life.
It's the only way to gain the power of creating symphonies and call them Love.
Let's conduct the Orchestra.
Let's play the flute, the violin and grand piano.
We might live as long as we're able to listen to the music from the skies,
radiating lights with our hearts and palms and finger tips.
.
* Small park close to the river (Ukrainian)
** Ukrainian God of Sun.
.
© Copyright: Valentin Luchenko, 2020