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 was my refuge. I could crawl into the space between the notes and curl my back to loneliness.

Music was my refuge. I could crawl into the space between the notes and curl my back to loneliness.

Tom he was a piper's son,
He learned to play when he was young;
Bug all the read more

Tom he was a piper's son,
He learned to play when he was young;
Bug all the tune that he could play
Was "Over the hills and far away."
- Unattributed Author,

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

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

Music was invented to confirm human loneliness.

Music was invented to confirm human loneliness.

Music is the art which is most nigh to tears and memory.

Music is the art which is most nigh to tears and memory.

Music is the movement of sound to reach the soul for the education of its virtue.

Music is the movement of sound to reach the soul for the education of its virtue.

Music is what feelings sound like.

Music is what feelings sound like.