To music, joyful outcry of the soul,
A pleasant nectar poured upon my ears,
The power with to sway my being whole,
To bring upon my moved eyes thoughtful tears.
Arranging themselves into softest song
Notes leave me with only the single choice
Of listening to their tune all day long,
Enchanted by their pure, melod'ous voice.
The passion and the strength of a lone note,
The power with to cause me to entreat
For more of the song coming out its throat,
The song that is so beautiful and sweet.
Alas, I shall not stop it so it may
My heart twist in its so myster'ous way.