Music

Juhan Liiv

It must be somewhere, the original harmony,

somewhere in great nature, hidden.

Is it in the furious infinite,

in distant stars' orbits,

is it in the sun's scorn,

in a tiny flower, in treegossip,

in heartmusic's mothersong

or in tears?

It must be somewhere, immortality,

somewhere the original harmony must be found:

how else could it infuse 

the human soul,

that music?