Tell your people you love them.
Once long ago I rode through the night
and the radio brought me this message
in a song. Dvorak’s Song to the Moon
from the opera Rusalka. I cannot play
it for you here, but when I heard it then
the message came clear. Tell your people
you love them. I called my sisters. I told them
to do what I had heard. Soon thereafter our
parents passed away. First one then the
other. Tell your people you love them.
Listen to the music and do not hesitate.
Do not hesitate to lift your voice in song,
for sooner or later the music will stop
for you, for them, for us and the empty
stage will give no further satisfaction to
the audience when once the concert is over.
Tell your people you love them. Perhaps
they will listen. Perhaps they will reply.
In any case you have broken the silence.
The moon will help you. Otherwise you
have nothing but the night.