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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.
Rugged the breast that music cannot tame.
Rugged the breast that music cannot tame.
Music and rhythm find their way into the secret places of the soul
Music and rhythm find their way into the secret places of the soul
I have my own particular sorrows, loves, delights; and you have yours. But sorrow, gladness, yearning, hope, love, belong to read more
I have my own particular sorrows, loves, delights; and you have yours. But sorrow, gladness, yearning, hope, love, belong to all of us, in all times and in all places. Music is the only means whereby we feel these emotions in their universality.
Music is the art of thinking with sounds.
Music is the art of thinking with sounds.
That rich celestial music thrilled the air
From hosts on hosts shining ones, who thronged
Eastward and read more
That rich celestial music thrilled the air
From hosts on hosts shining ones, who thronged
Eastward and westward, making bright the night.
After silence, that which comes nearest to expressing the inexpressible is music.
After silence, that which comes nearest to expressing the inexpressible is music.
No two people on earth are alike, and it's got to be that way in music or it isn't music.
No two people on earth are alike, and it's got to be that way in music or it isn't music.
