The notes all coaxed from timid breast;
Heartbeats of wonderment in sound
Grace and power live not in hand;
Through the lungs and throat they're found.
And so, life's center was the stage;
And there, mundaneness has no hold,
And thus, through passion, air, and sound
Blaze God-built brilliance of the soul.
And everyone was robed with magic
And nothing could prevent the show
And surely art is this world's magic;
Lovely spells of notes composed.
All united by one mother,
Delight and labor mixed, the trade;
Courage swells the timid breast;
Of artists she an artwork made.
But now no one can find our teacher;
Sickness took her from earth's throes
We orphaned artists mourn our mother;
No one can begin the show.