By Heinrich Bach. Sequenced by David Cooke.
Hunger is an organ tone,
A single note sustained
Perhaps until one is before
Paradise arraigned.
Yearning doesn't end with love,
Vintner of despair.
All the love one can conceive
Leaves some longing there.
Even in one's lover's arms,
Needing nothing more,
There's a void within the heart
Increasing loss with store.
Nor can one love but feel that pang,
Empty at the core.