The perfect violin and artist fine
Soften hearts as hard as an old oak
Make the music holy and sublime
In a shop, I looked at new designs
Music played, I even felt it spoke
With perfect violin and artist fine
If only such great moments came again
Kiss them as they fly or deftly float
May their music holy be divine
As the trees smell sweetly in the rain
So in darker times, love is evoked
With open heart and sentiments, each fine
Love and justice need to be aligned
Played on like an instrument, they speak
Make their language holy and sublime
Punishment for blindness comes with time
The innocent offensiveness of rhyme
The perfect instrument, the art, the mind
May our music be the texts we find
How my heart sings 