Holy this blessed birth on mother earth
our concert pianist - composer supreme
in this sound on the vast ocean’s of life,
his soul dances the music in his mind
lips hot with blood-beats of songs.
Singing sounds magnetic strings
thunder from the orchestra,
piercing man’s souls
as with swords
dying alone.
Chopin
studying
experiments,
epoch in history
equal to Beethoven,
lying deaf in his grave
leaving lessons behind –
There the path lies ahead
how brilliant its course will be
even seen in deep dark misery.
The frail weak body of a genius
no escape from lung disease,
in disgrace the unbeliever
as this rebellious soul.
“Even if I knew him
in my exertions
I will pray
remembering,
this day to change
you are my only refuse.
Rays of divine light living anew
streaming visible from my Savior.
I Chopin, bow before God almighty
heavenly consecration in his arms.”
