Leonard Gorski

In an empty room on the table
Never open, and not finished book:
"One Hundred Years of Solitude."

On the wall pale crimson roses,
Where the clock still runs
In light azure -
As in the picture of Van Gogh´s.

On the floor in the middle
Chair,
Smell of silk dress hangs,
And a warm touch on the handrail.

Ajar door softly creaking
Without strings violins concert -
Fragments of "The Most Beautiful
Embodiment of The Beauty,"
"Welcome Silence" - in E-minor,
And "Impossible Love."