When you work you are a flute through whose heart the whispering of the hours turns to music. Which of read more

When you work you are a flute through whose heart the whispering of the hours turns to music. Which of you would be a reed, dumb and silent, when all else sings together in unison?

Music religious heat inspires,
It wakes the soul, and lifts it high,
And wings it with sublime read more

Music religious heat inspires,
It wakes the soul, and lifts it high,
And wings it with sublime desires,
And fits it to bespeak the Deity.

Propel, propel, propel your craft softly down liquid solution. Ecstatically, ecstatically, ecstatically, ecstatically, Existence is simply illusion.

Propel, propel, propel your craft softly down liquid solution. Ecstatically, ecstatically, ecstatically, ecstatically, Existence is simply illusion.

Who hears music feels his solitude peopled at once.

Who hears music feels his solitude peopled at once.

Too many composers become involved in intellectual speculation which seems to matter more to them than the sound that comes read more

Too many composers become involved in intellectual speculation which seems to matter more to them than the sound that comes out of all this speculation.

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

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

Sometimes I feel like rap music is almost the key to stopping racism.

Sometimes I feel like rap music is almost the key to stopping racism.

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.

For discords make the sweetest airs.

For discords make the sweetest airs.