Hush, love, don t break...

A nighttime cafe...The fading sun departs,
The saxophone resounds like whispered sorrow...
It's melody drifts softly through faint
hearts,
Leaving shadows where lost will cannot follow...

Upon the stage - He , a vision of a dream,
Plays songs of love that never will
return,
The night is tender, silent,  though it
seems,
Its fragile glow , a memory to burn..

Dark wine would tremble , trapped in glass's hold,
And unsaid words lay heavy in the air,
This place became a tale untold,
An end to grief, or dream we chose to share...

I listen , hiding nothing deep inside -
No loneliness , no longing left to fight,
His melody, though played for all, implied,
A silent truth that  grants me endless light...

In dim-lit cafes, where soft lights barely shine,
And jazz notes ripple gently through the haze,
His music whispers secrets , traced in line,
Unveiling truths the night keeps wrapped  in lace...

Hush , love, don't break the stillness of the dark,
It cradles dreams  - both mine and those unknown,
His gaze , a prophecy , a fleeting spark,
Foretelling words best left to fade,
unsown...

Upon the stage - He , sorrow in his eyes,
Yet fingers breathe the life into his song,
I knew that fate was never blind to ties,
Much like this night, soon gone , but never wrong...

Hush, love, don't break the silence of the night...
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Вольный перевод стихотворения  "Молчи, любовь, не рушь..."
Алла Довлетова