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Шелест программок,
скрип половиц,
разные люди
с минами лиц,
гомон буфета,
мерный шумок,
фарс остановит
третий звонок.
Скоро затихнет
шорох одежд,
снова возникнет
ворох надежд.
Вот занимает
пульт дирижер,
и возникает
старый мажор.
Зала дыханье
слилось в одно,
мрачные мысли
сели на дно.
Вечные звуки
будут звучать,
о сказках добрых
можно мечтать.
Но всё разрушил
шумный антракт,
каждый нарушил
личный контакт,
заколыхалось
море в фойе
и возвратилась
проза вдвойне.
Но нас спасает
новый виток -
радостно крякнет
старый знаток,
снова оркестр,
снова минор,
горько заплачет
синий простор.
* * *
Стёр все ладони
верный бисёр,
вперив в пространство
бешеный взор,
эхом разбился
чей-то хлопок,
старый служака
взял номерок.
Темень ночная
смотрит в тебя,
тема витает
отзвуком дня,
улицей узкой
едешь домой,
музыка светит
яркой звездой.
More about creation background and etc ...
13 нояб. 1990 г.
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