After silence, that which comes nearest to expressing the inexpressible is music.

After silence, that which comes nearest to expressing the inexpressible is music.

There's music in the sighing of a reed;
There's music in the gushing of a rill;
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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.

Music is the only language in which you cannot say a mean or sarcastic thing.

Music is the only language in which you cannot say a mean or sarcastic thing.

See what will happen if you don't stop biting your fingernails?

See what will happen if you don't stop biting your fingernails?

Music is love in search of a word.

Music is love in search of a word.

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.

Music was my refuge. I could crawl into the space between the notes and curl my back to loneliness.

Music was my refuge. I could crawl into the space between the notes and curl my back to loneliness.

Odds life! must one swear to the truth of a song?

Odds life! must one swear to the truth of a song?

All the sounds of the earth are like music.

All the sounds of the earth are like music.