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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.
My music fights against the system that teaches to live and die.
My music fights against the system that teaches to live and die.
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.
The songs are inspired by my experiences. Sometimes they are more than my real-life and, conversely, my life is more read more
The songs are inspired by my experiences. Sometimes they are more than my real-life and, conversely, my life is more than just my songs.
Music must rank as the highest of the arts -- more than any other, it ministers to human welfare.
Music must rank as the highest of the arts -- more than any other, it ministers to human welfare.
For discords make the sweetest airs.
For discords make the sweetest airs.
Music expresses that which cannot be put into words and cannot remain silent
Music expresses that which cannot be put into words and cannot remain silent
Whereupon are the foundations thereof fastened? or who laid the
cornerstone thereof;
When the morning stars sang together, read more
Whereupon are the foundations thereof fastened? or who laid the
cornerstone thereof;
When the morning stars sang together, and all the sons of God
shouted for joy?
