She is the secret hidden in the sound,
Her presence always touches me somehow,
In her velvet songs I’m forever bound,
She could not betray me, I don’t know how.
She is the sweetest source of pure pleasure,
Sometimes so passionate, sometimes soothing,
She is so precious, she is my treasure,
Her dainty voice is always so smoothing.
Music, more beloved than golden dust,
Solemnly cried for all the broken hearts,
In her my soul reflects, just her I trust,
She is a dazzling queen of all the arts.
When I’ll be struggling, to her I’ll turn,
And let the flames in me forever burn.