"After Music of Love..."

After music of love had eventually ceased off to sound
And, like petals of blooms, hands had fallen on pearls of the keys, 
They were long mad of Schubert – the strings, raised to heavens and downed
By the river of grief with aroma of wonderful breeze.

Blanca slowly said, “I think Germans are boring a little…”
And the wife of a lawyer – oh, muses! – yawned slightly: “A bore!”
“Yet Beethoven’s the best, his sonatas are perfectly distilled”,
Added Rosa from Cuba – ‘an expert a public before’.

I didn’t answer all them - swelling tears made me utterly smothered, 
To the garden’s fresh roses, I ran from the music and farce…
And in green of sad night, I met Schubert – my dear composer –  
The refined cavalier, decorated with heavenly stars.


Translated by Yevgeny Bonver, December, 2002