The music conservatory
A piano in every spacious room And peonies, in spring; Pianos and peonies through the house -
And roses, in the mansion where
Scent and sound were everything.
Beethoven, Brahms, and Bartok flowered,
And Chopin blossomed, in the spring,
Along with lilies-of-the-valley -
Prokofiev was bittersweet
And Bach was evergreen. Flowers and love and music,
The best-remembered things -
Rose-scent and rose-tone blending,
And all the pianos blooming
With June roses on their wings.