STRADIVARIUS (To Jascha Heifetz)
Reading edition
If power were only given me, To paint the tone picture that arises from the soul Of that sanctuary of sound—your violin, Where would I find pigment worthy of such a use, Save in the fleeting splendour of some sky. Where a brush—save in a snowy feather From the shining wing of an archangel. Where the canvas—save across the dream memory of one who heard And was blessed by the hearing.