What music have I not heard?
What song have I not sung?
Only the bird’s song
has escaped me.
The critic never sings,
but judges the bird on his song.
Evaluating pitch and rhythm,
he misses the melody.
What good is pitch,
if there is no joy?
What rhythm truly beats in time,
without a metronomic heart?
I could compose a thousand songs,
but never could I silence the critic
or improve the bird.
