What a lovely grand piano!

What a lovely grand piano!

Perfectly echoing my world,

Without any words...

I feel my fingers slide down

These perfect ivory keys

And swirl myself in melodies...

The room is lit with winter light

As music flows through my blood,

When I play to the bit of my heart...

What a lovely morning

Suspended here, in time,

As the snow melts brightly, outside...


Ludmila Bulgari/ February 2017

I am

I am a paper. Waiting for words:

To turn my loneliness in chords,

To fill these empty lines with rhyme,

With memories that ring through time.

I am a painting. In ink with colour,

In a winter morning of ivory pallor;

My eyes giving no reason to restart,

Fretting fever of your burning heart.

I am just a stranger. To myself,

Into a corner, on the darkest shelf;

February winds mock as I write:

How much I miss you in the night.