You know your voice today was music

Even telling me you won’t speak to me,

But indeed you were speaking, and it was music,

The sweetest music I ever heard.

My face was a cloud, dark grey cloud of sadness

Then your music opened a ray of light

I smiled, and smiled again…

Because your voice is music to me.

You said it’s all over

I know your will is strong

My love is stronger

Because your voice is music to me.

It reminds me your eyes, watching me with love,

It reminds me your hairs, tied in braid on your shoulders,

It reminds me your knees while driving,

It reminds me Odessa, and you in the red robe.

It reminds me and you at the Opera

Watching that lucky proud man in the mirror

With that elegant charming woman

Happy as nobody ever was,

Because your voice is music to me.

Yes, maybe I should be tougher

Real men don’t fall in love

(who ever said that?),

Real men don’t write poems

(who ever said that?)

But the fact is …your voice is music to me

So keep talking, keep talking of whatever you want:

Of the weather, of your trainings and your MBA,

Of your village and your administrator

I will keep professionalnij

I will keep ochen serjoznij

I will mention nothing that may hurt you

I know it’s all over,

But you see, it’s not dead,

Because your voice is music to me

It goes down to the ears

Like a sweet silky honey liquid,

It goes down to the heart

And then up and opens a smile.

Oh, I know I should be clever,

I should pretend I don’t care, I don’t mind

Turn my shoulders and say goodbye

Look tough and hard-hearted

I know it’s hopeless,

I know it’s all over,

But you see, it’s not dead,

Because what it was – me and you - cannot be erased

And what it was made me happy,

and I know you too,

I feel lucky we had it, and don’t forget,

And I hope you too…

And if I think of it, I don’t regret,

And I hope you too..

So you see, there are so many reasons

For whom we should talk together:

Because it’s interesting,

Because we have things to share,

Because it’s quite an intelligent thing to do,

And very stimulating too...

But there is one reason,

One deeper reason, you know,

For whom we should talk again

And it’s because your voice is music to me.

DQ

Ostia, July 4^th 2011