Winter light. waltz for an empty hall

Winter light is like a sigh on a parquet floor,
Like a letter that didn't arrive on time;
It's not the wind that's dancing in this room
—it's someone's long-forgotten reproach.


The music circles, without touching the times,
It's like he remembers someone else's footsteps.;
We entered, and we were already too late.
For a moment of forgotten love.



This waltz doesn't remember names,
It flows through the palms and shoulders;
We are like a reflection in a series of times,
We are like an echo of an unspoken speech.
The hands are looking for a dumb twist,
The shoulders remember the silent touch;
We're dancing with you now.,
Drowning in old memories



Round by round, the hall melts,
The light trembles on the edge of the shadow;
Step by step — Waltz tired
From unfulfilled movements.



It's not you and me in the mirrors.,
There are strangers there, some people;
Every glance is like a handprint
Behind the glass, in his debut.
We glide, breaking the shadow,
Without scaring off someone else's moment;
This waltz has not survived a day
— He is in love, he has experienced doubts.



And when we disappear suddenly,
Without saying goodbye, the meeting is clear to us
He will complete the last lap
Without you and me, without a face
And yet — on an empty parquet floor
The light lingers, barely breathing,
As if he's looking for someone to answer,
As if he remembers, there was a soul.



Silence…
Round and round, the sky goes out
(Winter light... dust... shadows without names...)
Step by step — time is not waiting for us,
(Mirrors... silence ....... to the beat of breathing...)
Dust is like the ashes of minutes lived…
Music —sounds before,...and after
Dust is like snow falling......and glitters …
The reflection is waiting for other guests....