The rustle of the leaves in summer's hush
When wandering breezes touch them, and the sigh
That read more

The rustle of the leaves in summer's hush
When wandering breezes touch them, and the sigh
That filters through the forest, or the gush
That swells and sinks amid the branches high,--
'Tis all the music of the wind, and we
Let fancy float on the aeolian breath.

Music is the art of thinking with sounds.

Music is the art of thinking with sounds.

When I speak of the gifted listener, I am thinking of the nonmusician primarily, of the listener who intends to read more

When I speak of the gifted listener, I am thinking of the nonmusician primarily, of the listener who intends to retain his amateur status. It is the thought of just such a listener that excites the composer in me.

I remember being handed a score composed by Mozart at the age of eleven. What could I say? I felt read more

I remember being handed a score composed by Mozart at the age of eleven. What could I say? I felt like de Kooning, who was asked to comment on a certain abstract painting, and answered in the negative. He was then told it was the work of a celebrated monkey. 'That's different. For a monkey, it's terrific.'

I don't know anything about music. In my line you don't have to.

I don't know anything about music. In my line you don't have to.

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

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.

Music is the universal language of mankind.

Music is the universal language of mankind.

When I was a little kid, I took tap and ballet. I've always loved to dance. I'm a rhythm machine.

When I was a little kid, I took tap and ballet. I've always loved to dance. I'm a rhythm machine.