Should none see you as I do
it makes you most rare.
Should all see you as I do
none will as dear.
Should music cease
and birds whisper of their business,
snow falling silent, deep
cold in the darkness,
wind through trees hushed
and brushed, broken aside,
no parent notice for no child cry,
no eagle sing of his love of the sky,
I am given you under my eye,
Yet music is heard in a lover’s touch,
soft as note’s breath upon the ear,
not to speak or break the silence;
quiet, reverent, holy, pious
drawing the faithful close to hear
sweet strains of angels chorus.