1. With melodies aplenty, you'd think
Each organ granted a voice

2. She sang, and I was left enraptured
Soaring to the galaxies on high

3. She tells of my sighs as she flows along
Of my torments and lovesick pains

4. Beholding a lute she embraces
Their words entwined in harmony

5. If not for her dancing fingers
The very air would grant it speech

6. She felt its state with a scholar's perception
As a doctor feels a fevered brow

7. I fancied her right hand stirred it
With thunder, her left with lightning's flash