The skilled have fashioned melodies,
the keystrokes of the mind,
proclaiming hopes and verities,
colours unbeknown'st to us
do hover and distill,
and splash, now they're synonymous
with God's almighty will.
Might we as students of the art
assume a kindred tone,
interpret measures of the heart
'til theirs and ours are one;
re-craft with notes mellifluous
the stateliness of Brahms,
sonorities of Mahler,
noble men, brothers in arms?