A starting phrase, a melody alert,
A trill of birdsong may our ears caress
As sensitive as a baby’s little hands
As touching as the lover understands
We join together in one human heart
As round the world the News our minds will hurt
As round the sacred, carelessly we skirt
As dimly we perceive the last combat
Then let us be like music sung unplanned
From startled phrase
Arpegionne, cello,Franz Schubert
Do not leave before the great concert
The music gathers from the world’s own lands
Shared in trembling heart and soul’s demands
Till all to peace may make their minds convert
Give us that phrase.
How my heart sings 