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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.
Music is the pleasure the human mind experiences from counting without being aware that it is counting.
Music is the pleasure the human mind experiences from counting without being aware that it is counting.
All the sounds of the earth are like music.
All the sounds of the earth are like music.
I don't sing because I'm happy; I'm happy because I sing.
I don't sing because I'm happy; I'm happy because I sing.
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.
Music never dies. Do we really need another Madonna tour? Does she have to compete with women performers 25 years read more
Music never dies. Do we really need another Madonna tour? Does she have to compete with women performers 25 years her junior
Modern recording has made it so that people can spend forever taking shortcuts and making everything uniform, but that strips read more
Modern recording has made it so that people can spend forever taking shortcuts and making everything uniform, but that strips music of what makes it exciting.
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.
