Sounds of silence

You walked with a weightless gait
When I found in my dreams
I am your half-familiar appearance,
Pointe shoes, red silk dresses ...

You were looking for your music
Dancing silently among the mirrors
To Covent Garden and La Scala
The audience cried with you.

No waltz sound, no minuet
They will hear there in your entre.
Keeps all secrets securely
A dumb shadow over the note "re".

My piano to you
Can't play along too:
Fantasy tenacious vines
I won't have time to break it.

Without stumbling, not fake,
You will disappear without a trace now.
Beautiful and infallible
How are these keys ...

author: Lucy Mokko