Violin And Harp poetry Play For Two Personages. Poem by ELENA SHLAFERMAN ELENA SHLAFERMAN

Violin: Do you know my name?
Have you heard my play?
Can you to suggest?
I will be there as a guest.
There are many forms and challenge
And proponents in my thoughts,
Many old and new effects that I respect.
If I play like a violin then everyone
Will remember the feeling.
Feel the music while sharing the world
And all that the heart can to hold.
Harp: you talk to me?
No one can be more than me,
Beautiful, romantic, like the wind,
I am fresh and cool.
The whole world is in music,
It can go on record with a thousand elements
To clients both big and small.
Violin: this plan is very correct
But how is our love doing,
And if you're bigger then me,
Then for me that should say.
Harp: this is funny, so perfect!
This is my wish and respect.
Encouraged string softness
Everything goes together with them.
But love is like strings
And can soar to the skies.
The harp can play at sunrise.
Violin: this is my synthesis of the best.
It's time for me to go rest.
Harp: I inwite you to my home,
There is always sun and feedom.
I'l talk to you tonight,
This is our vacation, is it right?
Violin: I'll bring my sound and together:
Bright and Great.
Everything to achieve our dreams,
Our music goes through our feelings.
Harp: yes, that's true, very good.
Tell me angel now,
Tell me so many tender hours.
Send me God in the forms of flowers!
Yes, that's right, you're coming to me
And only we are so happy to be.
Only music at the night -
We can both create our great art.
Violin: if we can both be so right,
We can make our music easy.
I will greet you at your home,
We are alone in freedom.
I see the window and your strings.
The moon burned and sunrise burned.
Harp: give me your little hand
It's like our element, will be tender, exellent,
This is my engagement.
Violin: give me your sweet sound
It's as instantaneous as the ability to hold
An empty stage that sleeps at night,
Empty hearts that need to be lit.
Harp: if the night goes away
Then our music will reach
Thousands of hearts and souls.
After midnight, the flowers will go into this world,
To our music,
Give us his warm kees
Through forests, lakes and land,
Bring new breath to the sleeping scene.
Violin: we are both alive in so many sleeping eyes.
The sounds of our music
Are no longer in the world as we are.
We don't rejoice in our happiness.
But feelings - does this have an impact?
Harp: this is a moment.
Up to one hour it's a night,
Lives in a dark, cold block.
We can play, the stars we need,
Charm and strenght together.
Violin: at night our memory will go away
And we are both free.
Stage to the music for the last time.
We will die on a live scene.

Violin and Harp.