Franz [Adagio notturno D. 897] [English translation]

Franz—

if your symphony

is unfinished,

what to say about a life

spanning so few years

when genius

can dream

of eternal childhood?

Oh Franz—

what woman hears

your song of love?

It seems too short.

Thirty-one springtimes—

that is so few days

for a heart so grand.

Vienna is far away

but the wind

holds the memory

of a child

who seemed

to Mozart

bound for success—

bound for fame.

Eternal

magician

of fate …

Franz—

if your symphony

is unfinished,

you live your madness

for eternity—

there, where harmony

and truth

are even more beautiful.

Oh Franz—

do you sometimes hear

those who believe in heaven—

and those who believe not:

the faithful pagans—

the Christians without crosses?

Sing

the immortal

Ave Maria!

Ave Maria!