Music exalts each joy, allays each grief,
Expels diseases, softens every pain,
Subdues the rage of poison, read more

Music exalts each joy, allays each grief,
Expels diseases, softens every pain,
Subdues the rage of poison, and the plague.

The choirs left the main tune and soared two octaves past heaven in a descant to rattle the bones and read more

The choirs left the main tune and soared two octaves past heaven in a descant to rattle the bones and surge the heart.

There's nothing remarkable about it. All one has to do is hit the right keys at the right time and read more

There's nothing remarkable about it. All one has to do is hit the right keys at the right time and the instrument plays itself.

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.

The high note is not the only thing.

The high note is not the only thing.

From the persistence of noise comes the insistence of rage. From the emergence of tone comes the divergence of thought. read more

From the persistence of noise comes the insistence of rage. From the emergence of tone comes the divergence of thought. From the enlightenment of music comes the wisdom of... silence.

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.

Rugged the breast that music cannot tame.

Rugged the breast that music cannot tame.

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.
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