Some memories torture us evermore
Through a note which haunts,
And a picture which quivers our soul and renders us to naught.

And as if from a forgotten dream
or another breath
the soul reawakens to such joy,
Let it guide you in no restraint
like a talisman in times of woe.

Where the soul transcends
over stars which glow in depths of dark
in a crescent moon on a Christmas night
Amongst clouds and Artists song.

Let your eyes weep
and let it touch your soul -
for man's purpose of living
is art and art alone.