Past the horizon of life and death,  
My friend, I see you standing there.  
Against the secret sky of my heart  
Your magnificent throne is bathed in light.  
In profound hope,  
With lilting joy –
I look at that throne  
And reach out my arms.  
The dark silent night  
Has let loose her long black hair  
To cover your feet.  
What is this music, tonight,  
That fills up the universe?  
It pours down from your violin  
And fills up the world –
While I lose myself  
In the longing of its notes…