Pleasure comes from the atmosphere
And it is always at the highest level
The creative process cannot be stopped
The muse is always there
Piercing gaze of beautiful eyes
The whole body is saturated with life-giving poison
You will never hear from her disingenuous lies
Oblivion falls in these hours
The world is divided into two realities
The genius disappears for a while
From nothing to Infinity
Every night a new concert
In the light of the moon, silence comes to an end
Fingers themselves knock on the keys
One has only to look
The stream of thoughts rushes forward
As if you were just reading an interesting book
Geniuses are often misunderstood
A common picture, but there is a way out
Spectators are always attend
They will never cut you off by dissatisfied shout
Each new viewer can only be worthy
And none of them leave the hall
Music flows through their mind
Time to put on a show