When my soul touches yours

When my soul touches yours a great chord sings:

How can I tune it then to other things?

Oh, if some spot in darkness could be found

That does not vibrate when your depths sound!

But ev'rything that touches you and me welds us

as played strings sound one melody.

Where, where is the instrument whence the sounds flow?

And whose the magic hand that holds the bow?

Oh, sweet song! Oh!