His music drifts from room to room
Now filled with hope then dulled with doom
A symphony, his fourth by Mahler
An out- and- out melodic drama
His raucous notes played volume high
Stir memories of times gone by
Sounds of hope and then despair
Pulsating on the evening air
For happy once were she and I
As swallows in a summer’s sky
But now those times are decades past
Hindsight dictates they couldn’t last
A Mahler movement fosters hope
No time to brood no time to mope
New times are come and sadness banished
Dark thoughts of past times truly vanished
Look far up high to starry heights
Away from black and dismal nights