38. Three Stanzas Poem by Eugene Issaus

(I)
I feel the river of notes passing through my fingers
I delight in the water movements create by the fishes
I stroll on the meadow which ceases to be silent
I sigh on the bare wind beyond the hovering air

(II)
Alas, what turmoil has it stirred upon me,
What regrets slip out from my heart’s chambers?
When the patching shadow is cast on the mountains,
I look upon the clouds in heaven.

(III)
I see the sparks springing out from my memory
I hear the crystals of which not yet exist
The notes never go beyond the piano,
yet, they linger inside me.