Composers shouldn't think too much -- it interferes with their plagiarism.

Composers shouldn't think too much -- it interferes with their plagiarism.

We dance for laughter, we dance for tears, we dance for madness, we dance for fears, we dance for hopes, read more

We dance for laughter, we dance for tears, we dance for madness, we dance for fears, we dance for hopes, we dance for screams, we are the dancers, we create the dreams.

The best, most beautiful, and most perfect way that we have of expressing a sweet concord of mind to each read more

The best, most beautiful, and most perfect way that we have of expressing a sweet concord of mind to each other is by music.

Yet half the beast is the great god Pan,
To laugh, as he sits by the river,
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Yet half the beast is the great god Pan,
To laugh, as he sits by the river,
Making a poet out of a man.
The true gods sigh for the cost and the pain--
For the reed that grows never more again
As a reed with the reeds of the river.

A painter paints pictures on canvas. But musicians paint their pictures on silence.

A painter paints pictures on canvas. But musicians paint their pictures on silence.

Tom he was a piper's son,
He learned to play when he was young;
Bug all the read more

Tom he was a piper's son,
He learned to play when he was young;
Bug all the tune that he could play
Was "Over the hills and far away."
- Unattributed Author,

Secretly, I wanted to look like Jimi Hendrix, but I could never quite pull it off.

Secretly, I wanted to look like Jimi Hendrix, but I could never quite pull it off.

And sure there is music even in the beauty, and the silent note
which Cupid strikes, far sweeter than read more

And sure there is music even in the beauty, and the silent note
which Cupid strikes, far sweeter than the sound of an instrument;
for there is music wherever there is harmony, order, or
proportion; and thus far we may maintain the music of the
spheres.

Her voice, the music of the spheres,
So loud, it deafens mortals' ears;
As wise philosophers have read more

Her voice, the music of the spheres,
So loud, it deafens mortals' ears;
As wise philosophers have thought,
And that's the cause we hear it not.