Music of beauty takes my soul,
Beauty of music makes me whole.
Heart of joy and joy of art–
Each one brings his singing part.

They shine your lips,
They gleam your eyes,
They ask of me
To rise and rise.

I answer “Yes,
For you I do,
As to my lips
You rise up, too.

Beauty of music makes me whole,
Music of beauty takes my soul.
Truth of you is light above,
You and truth, the height of love.

I rise to you,
You rise to me;
We catch and match
Our souls so free.

Then ask we still
To wing more high,
And with love’s will
We fly and fly.