Silent Song

 
I would want to write to you
Silent Song, it’s only truth.
Smallest ligature of ink
On the paper, colored pink.
I would want to sketch you as
Queen of beauty, white princess,
Using drops of my tears,
I would want to draw you, Dear.
 
I would want to sing for you
Silent song when mourning dew
Drained by mild breeze of a spring
Under charming tune of strings.
Feeling whipping streams of rain,
Sing with me, do it again;
Listening whisper of a trees,
Let you have fantastic dreams.

Warm plaid for you silent thoughts
Yes, my strange and silent song;
Let those vivid flowers grow
On the stones of the soul.
In the deep green of your eyes –
Silent beauty, seal of sky’s,
Imps in pool and stars in well,
Singing flute and magic spells.

Silent song about a sorrow
Of our loneliness and cold walls,
Silent fantasy that covers
All about wings of lovers,
Silent note – is wonder, created
By the voiceless music teacher;
Here is silent show of life,
Just behold ! The train arrived …

I would want to write to you
Silent song not for IQ,
Not for meaning, not for goal,
Simply for you silent soul.
Every thought is missing here –
Is a blinking endless thread,
From the other point of view:
All it’s nothing. Bye. See you.

до 2003