Poem of Tchaikovsky

Inspired by the Nutcracker Op.71

If the sight of you without words and just sound alone, could speak for my gaze

As I stood my ground, and in my place, were made music that could gaze on your face

That fathomed the sight you in drivers flight: mixed emotions high on soundwaves

Tragic feeling, green energy, delighted ecstasy, at one glance, the intense lux

You evoke, your music of love and war in bed – an orchestra of words in my head,

Tender words kissed to your ear, I’d play the hero who wins her Lady in triumph… ends tenderly in love