Dark veil covered all inside —
Black piano in doubt, pensive fiddle,
Lorn lantern, which was burnt by light,
And empty table in the middle.
Mad silence stretched its largest wings,
But deep in gloom I heard the moan,
Big tears fell on moveless things…
It was the suffering of soul —
It was in dungeon, languished still.
When lid of piano was up,
Keys moved, the room with music filled.
First chords relieved my soul gasp;
It sang. The voice was wild, soft,
Sonorous, trembling, strong & loud,
It pierced the stuffy air off
And broke fetters, smashed all bounds,
Like millions candles were at once
Lit in the room. I looked around:
The instruments played lovely dance,
I felt my feet got off the ground!
I soared. A lot of sparkling stars
Went round over my head.
I found wings, I was too far
From being stone-dead.
I was no longer bad and sick.
I was alive. Music's Force
Made me be stronger, and not weak,
To stand up, go, go forth....
***
The song was off, the lid was down,
The keys with latest sound rang;
The world, which had been seen dark-brown,
Got colored for my soul sang.