Mute was his heart with grief
Till music brought relief
And broke the numbing spell.

As from the bubbling well
Of melody he drank,
Slowly his spirit sank
Through glooming deeps profound,
Till, all his sorrow drowned
In silence infinite,
It leapt into the light,
A spray of crystal sound.

And lovelier was the song his spirit sang
Because from darkling rocky glooms it sprang.