If you're a good singer, you're going to make anything sound good.

If you're a good singer, you're going to make anything sound good.

Music is harmony, harmony is perfection, perfection is our dream, and our dream is heaven.

Music is harmony, harmony is perfection, perfection is our dream, and our dream is heaven.

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.

As the longfingered sun
reaches out to touch
a cloistered trillium
or a lake trembles in
the light of read more

As the longfingered sun
reaches out to touch
a cloistered trillium
or a lake trembles in
the light of moon and stars
so can a poet's long rainbow
of words
play our heartstrings from afar.

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.

A lot of people are singing about how screwed up the world is, and I don't think that everybody wants read more

A lot of people are singing about how screwed up the world is, and I don't think that everybody wants to hear about that all the time.

Through the music I hope to give it an arc that gives it a greater sense of a journey through read more

Through the music I hope to give it an arc that gives it a greater sense of a journey through the set rather than a bunch of songs.

Everything will past, and the world will perish but the Ninth
Symphony will remain.

Everything will past, and the world will perish but the Ninth
Symphony will remain.

And sure there is music even in the beauty, and the silent note
which Cupid strikes, far sweeter than read more

And sure there is music even in the beauty, and the silent note
which Cupid strikes, far sweeter than the sound of an instrument;
for there is music wherever there is harmony, order, or
proportion; and thus far we may maintain the music of the
spheres.