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.

To stop the flow of music would be like the stopping of time itself, incredible and inconceivable.

To stop the flow of music would be like the stopping of time itself, incredible and inconceivable.

True music must repeat the thought and inspirations of the people and the time. My people are Americans and my read more

True music must repeat the thought and inspirations of the people and the time. My people are Americans and my time is today.

Gayly the troubadour
Touched his guitar.

Gayly the troubadour
Touched his guitar.

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?

After silence, that which comes nearest to expressing the inexpressible is music.

After silence, that which comes nearest to expressing the inexpressible is music.

Music is what feelings sound like.

Music is what feelings sound like.

Yet half the beast is the great god Pan,
To laugh, as he sits by the river,
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Yet half the beast is the great god Pan,
To laugh, as he sits by the river,
Making a poet out of a man.
The true gods sigh for the cost and the pain--
For the reed that grows never more again
As a reed with the reeds of the river.

Music was invented to confirm human loneliness.

Music was invented to confirm human loneliness.