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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.
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.
The world\'s most famous and popular language is music.
The world\'s most famous and popular language is music.
I listened, motionless and still; And, as I mounted up the hill, The music in my heart I bore, Long read more
I listened, motionless and still; And, as I mounted up the hill, The music in my heart I bore, Long after it was heard no more.
Gayly the troubadour
Touched his guitar.
Gayly the troubadour
Touched his guitar.
A painter paints pictures on canvas. But musicians paint their pictures on silence.
A painter paints pictures on canvas. But musicians paint their pictures on silence.
Composers should write tunes that chauffeurs and errand boys can whistle.
Composers should write tunes that chauffeurs and errand boys can whistle.
