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When you work you are a flute through whose heart the whispering of the hours turns to music. Which of read more
When you work you are a flute through whose heart the whispering of the hours turns to music. Which of you would be a reed, dumb and silent, when all else sings together in unison?
Composers should write tunes that chauffeurs and errand boys can whistle.
Composers should write tunes that chauffeurs and errand boys can whistle.
The whole problem can be stated quite simply by asking, 'Is there a meaning to music?' My answer would be, read more
The whole problem can be stated quite simply by asking, 'Is there a meaning to music?' My answer would be, 'Yes.' And 'Can you state in so many words what the meaning is?" My answer to that would be, 'No.'
Music is love in search of a word.
Music is love in search of a word.
Music is well said to be the speech of angels.
Music is well said to be the speech of angels.
But Bellenden we needs must praise,
Who as down the stairs she jumps
Sings o'er the hill read more
But Bellenden we needs must praise,
Who as down the stairs she jumps
Sings o'er the hill and far away,
Despising doleful dumps.
- Unattributed Author,
Each song, you're telling a story and acting.
Each song, you're telling a story and acting.
