Eternity — all moments hold,
O Breathing winds the canvas steer!
Each one alone, amass unfold
For living things must joy and tear.

Of winding paths, of marks concrete
Silent dreams are oft begotten:
All notes must to their keys retreat—
Rued are thoughts of steps forgotten.

A noble creed is to default,
Varied tones in one resemble,
Lest one becomes an end result:
Music gone — a lasting tremble.

In moving parts, a glimpse of hope
Impartial to the soul’s bequest:
Forever is an endless rope
Where nothing lasts till put to rest.