An die Musik Valentine

Words are like chords in music

Or like leaves on a windy tree

Every sentence is a song

Every branch some melody

When the sun taps his baton

Or the moon starts waving her arms

And the world falls dark and silent

And listening grows long

When the horns of autumn sound

Or the strings of spring creep out

Their leafy recurring theme

And the words give up their meanings

Fallen helpless to the ground

And the music of their silence

Enfolds us in its dream

Where all is light and song