There are times when all is one
and strings resound with happiness,
with every shade of sky and sun,
with hope and health, with all that‘s best.
Music streams through open windows
while I let my fancy run.
When fingers fumble, I’ll begin
again, until the song is done.
So all day I sit and spin
my joyous noise till sun is gone.
Notes flood the room as night steals in,
then fade, still floating into dawn.