Out of a silence
The voice of music speaks. 

When words have no more power,
When tears can tell no more,
The heart of all regret
Is uttered by a falling wave
Of melody. 

No more, no more
The voice that gathered us
Shall hush us with deep joy;
But in this hush,
Out of its silence,
In the awaking of music,
It shall return. 

For music can renew
Its gladness and communion,
Until we also sink,
Where sinks the voice of music,
Into a silence.