Autumn

I love these days when the whole idea is already clear and the theme is guessed,
and then faster and faster, obeying the key, -
as in "Farewell Symphony" - closer to the finale - do you remember
Haydn -
the musician, having finished his part, extinguishes the candle
and leaves - the forest is more spacious now - the musicians are leaving -
the score of the foliage burns line by line -
the candles in the orchestra go out one after another - the musicians leave -
soon, soon, all the candles in the orchestra will go out one by one -
birches are quietly extinguishing in the autumn forest, rowan trees are burning out,
and as foliage flies from the autumn aspens,
the forest becomes more and more transparent, revealing such depths,
that the whole secret essence of nature becomes clear, -
everything is more spacious, everything is deeper in the autumn forest - the musicians leave -
soon the last violin will be silenced in the violinist's hand -
and the last flute will freeze in silence - the musicians leave -
soon, soon the last candle in our orchestra will go out ...
I love these days, in their cloudless, in their turquoise frame,
when everything is so clear in nature, so clear and quiet around,
when you can easily and calmly think about life, about death, about fame
and you can still think about many other things, about many other things.

Yuri Levitansky