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There is nothing more notable in Socrates than that he found time, when he was an old man, to learn read more
There is nothing more notable in Socrates than that he found time, when he was an old man, to learn music and dancing, and thought it time well spent.
Music and rhythm find their way into the secret places of the soul
Music and rhythm find their way into the secret places of the soul
Music is the art of thinking with sounds.
Music is the art of thinking with sounds.
The key to the mystery of a great artist is that for reasons unknown, he will give away his energies read more
The key to the mystery of a great artist is that for reasons unknown, he will give away his energies and his life just to make sure that one note follows another . . . and leaves us with the feeling that something is right in the world.
God is its author, and not man; he laid
The key-note of all harmonies; he planned
All read more
God is its author, and not man; he laid
The key-note of all harmonies; he planned
All perfect combinations, and he made
Us so that we could hear and understand.
As the longfingered sun
reaches out to touch
a cloistered trillium
or a lake trembles in
the light of read more
As the longfingered sun
reaches out to touch
a cloistered trillium
or a lake trembles in
the light of moon and stars
so can a poet's long rainbow
of words
play our heartstrings from afar.
Classical music is the kind that we keep hoping will turn into a tune.
Classical music is the kind that we keep hoping will turn into a tune.
There's music in the sighing of a reed;
There's music in the gushing of a rill;
There's read more
There's music in the sighing of a reed;
There's music in the gushing of a rill;
There's music in all things, if men had ears:
Their earth is but an echo of the spheres.
Whereupon are the foundations thereof fastened? or who laid the
cornerstone thereof;
When the morning stars sang together, read more
Whereupon are the foundations thereof fastened? or who laid the
cornerstone thereof;
When the morning stars sang together, and all the sons of God
shouted for joy?