Violin gallery

Konstantin B.

The words fell silent on his lips,
Flashed the bow, wept violin,
And there were two hearts
Madly-bright mistake.
And the eyes of greedy merged
A dream that has no name,
And thread zubkou intertwined,
Languishing, and not afraid of confession.
Among the crowd, among the lights
Love grew and grew,
And violin, accurately merged with it,
Trembled, sang and sobbed.

Photographer gallery Music Art Draughtsman