Irka Nesladkaya

(January 14,1987 / Nykolayev, Ukraine)

Пианист


Танцуют клавиши рояля,
Танцуют и поют,
Гуляют пальцы пианиста
По чёрно-белым бульварам аккордов
И мелодий,
Громкие ноты
Стаккато выдают,
С ритмом играют в чехарду,
С утра до вечера они
Пляшут по соседским нервам
И cоседским ушам
Покоя не дают.

Submitted: Thursday, October 10, 2013
Edited: Sunday, October 13, 2013

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