I Am Music

From the prologue of the opera Orfeo by Claudio Monteverdi

I am Music who, with
sweet sounds, knows how to calm
every troubled heart, and
now to noble anger, now to love,
can kindle the most icy souls.

Singing to the golden lyre I am
accustomed sometimes to delight
mortal ears and I thus inspire the
soul at the sonorous harmony of
the lyre of Heaven.

...

Now during my songs, now gay,
now sad, may the birds be silent
on these trees, no waves heard
on these shores, and every breeze
cease to blow.

(Translation taken from Robert Greenberg, who points out that Greenberg means Green Mountain, and Monteverdi means Mountain Green)