«Fire in the fireplace is blazing beside me. / Shadow, my shadow is cold on the wall. / Sir, from now on, you are living inside me... / Cry over me, autumn rain, as you fall. I’ll search the world, I can travel wherever, / Shadow, my shadow is cold on the wall. / Restless without you, I...»
«Mozart's old violin carries his music. / Mozart’s old bow is singing the song. / Mozart belongs to no land of his choosing – / He is the one who just plays all life long. Look, it’s okay that our fate, manifestly, / Deals it as is, now a kill then a kiss… / Please don’t give up ...»
«It’s no longer sung, our regiment’s old chant, / Merry hooves have given up the thunder. / Shots have holed the bottom of the billy-can, / Sutler girl is lying six feet under. Left are not so many: we and then our ache. / We are few, our foes are few, we’re even. / While we are stil...»
«Violinist played his music; I was looking in his eyes. / Not that I was being curious — I traveled in the skies. / Not that I was so attracted, I just hoped to understand / How this sound can be extracted by the movement of this hand Out of something made of timber, out of some unhandy stri...»