Pristine white,
Like cathedral spires,
Pierce the skies
There is longing,
For the sky blue
Expanse above
Can you not see?
The love, the yearning
There is so much more
Than what this world
Can offer to one such as you
‘Tis pleasant,
A wonder of quiet
and harmony
Who do you offer
Music to?
Oh, love,
How lovely it
Is to meet you
Overflowing,
One cannot comprehend
Such beauty
And these days
Are golden and light
With the fluttering
Of your love
In the form
Of soaring melodies
Alas!
Beethoven Violin Concerto, Op.61 - second movement