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.

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?

I've always felt rock and roll was very, very wholesome music.

I've always felt rock and roll was very, very wholesome music.

It is cruel, you know, that music should be so beautiful. It has the beauty of loneliness and of pain: read more

It is cruel, you know, that music should be so beautiful. It has the beauty of loneliness and of pain: of strength and freedom. The beauty of disappointment and never-satisfied love. The cruel beauty of nature, and everlasting beauty of monotony.

Without music, life is a journey through a desert.

Without music, life is a journey through a desert.

All the sounds of the earth are like music.

All the sounds of the earth are like music.

Music washes away from the soul the dust of everyday life.

Music washes away from the soul the dust of everyday life.

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.

The musician who always plays on the same string is laughed at.

The musician who always plays on the same string is laughed at.