midnight mass in Sazlburg

Austria bound.

where home

away from


is found.


Land der Berge,

Land am Strome,

Land der Äcker,

Land der Dome.


This longing for

all the hope I

had in future years,

brings me back

to run along the

Ache of my youth.


The quartet will

play on the 24th

from the mountain,

blessing churches,

empty throughout

the year, but if only

for the same longing

they fill up here, this

night, midnight, bright,

full hearts searching,

the candle lit faces

of their neighbors,

until silent night is

played on the guitar

and all goes still

and quiet.



there is meaning

here in this our

little town of Salzburg.