Through the painting and the wite busts   in the corridor of the fountain   from a century I try to find you, I try      The veil, the veil of the night descends   heavy upon our school      Where the music found shelter   from the havoc of the plebeians thirst      And I wonder why   birds are silent now   and our tools of notes worn as your love      A young boy takes a violin   and puts all his dreams in it   and turns towards the dusky skyline, smiling      Smiling, as yet he ignores the minstrels fate   to need for a love vast as sky   impossible to find      Or maybe he'll find flower   on which you'll share some joy   the kind of those   greeting the end