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.

For discords make the sweetest airs.

For discords make the sweetest airs.

You know I want to sing for people, I want to jazz people up I want to make new music read more

You know I want to sing for people, I want to jazz people up I want to make new music that they've never heard.

And sure there is music even in the beauty, and the silent note
which Cupid strikes, far sweeter than read more

And sure there is music even in the beauty, and the silent note
which Cupid strikes, far sweeter than the sound of an instrument;
for there is music wherever there is harmony, order, or
proportion; and thus far we may maintain the music of the
spheres.

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.

All autobiography is self-indulgent.

All autobiography is self-indulgent.

Writing is like walking in a deserted street. Out of the dust in the street you make a mud pie.

Writing is like walking in a deserted street. Out of the dust in the street you make a mud pie.

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.

Tom he was a piper's son,
He learned to play when he was young;
Bug all the read more

Tom he was a piper's son,
He learned to play when he was young;
Bug all the tune that he could play
Was "Over the hills and far away."
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