PIANO / Poem by Natalia Govsha

 
Poem by Natalia Govsha
 
 
PIANO
 
Old piano …
The old piano flows
with illusion,
pouring out sounds.
 
Time collects it
with its hands,
leaves emptiness,
a feeling of confusion,
after pleasure.
 
The vault of music
hides life
between pauses.
The beginning of the end
of the harmony
of your destiny.
 
Stand … Stand under the vault –
stop the moment,
blameless.
 
© Natalia Govsha

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