The sky

The sky, as if painted plate:
Star stars are loose on her
Here – constellations kalinovoe branch
The milky way as the old world.

Somewhere there are planets cold rocks,
Traveler long comet tails
In the endless desert of Space
The helplessness you feel.

They say if you listen, you will hear
Heavenly Music Of The Spheres,
Hearing it, all the earth will forget
Like the memory of someone deliberately erased.

Not on this occasion,the poets,
That came to Earth at different times
Said to have fallen from another planet,
As the aliens are among us?

Tired, excited, anxious
I look every night into heaven
To disturb them at this time is impossible,
What would that great gift has not disappeared.

Understand the magic of music
As a wreath, woven into the words...
So the earth is connected with the space
And creative achievements.

Have the songs, verses, poems –
Works people and artists.
Creative people – antenna of the Universe
Collectors energy worlds.

Stars, stars...Probably for good reason
Sky here I stand...
Falling star into the soul of the grain
And creates its own melody.