Bright Christmas evening.
& nbsp; Lights are burning on the Christmas tree,
wind and Blizzard at the same time
& nbsp; & nbsp; & nbsp; the dance is lined up sharp.
Quiet in the house. Only sound
& nbsp; overflows of the instrument.
A musician plays for me.
& nbsp; Sounds flow multidimensional
through the night clouds,
& nbsp; conquering all space,
clever design patterns
avoid all the obstacles...
The voice continued,
the strings obeyed the fingers.
The wind followed the Blizzard.
Well I stayed with the night of the lunar... /06.01.2017/
Photo of the author. Christmas choir of hares)