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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.
There's a lot of music that sounds like it's literally computer-generated, totally divorced from a guy sitting down at an read more
There's a lot of music that sounds like it's literally computer-generated, totally divorced from a guy sitting down at an instrument.
Every act, every deed of justice and mercy and benevolence, makes heavenly music in Heaven.
Every act, every deed of justice and mercy and benevolence, makes heavenly music in Heaven.
Music never dies. Do we really need another Madonna tour? Does she have to compete with women performers 25 years read more
Music never dies. Do we really need another Madonna tour? Does she have to compete with women performers 25 years her junior
Cute little babies that fall out of swings - These are a few of my favorite things.
Cute little babies that fall out of swings - These are a few of my favorite things.
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.
Soprano, basso, even the contra-alto
Wished him five fathom under the Rialto.
Soprano, basso, even the contra-alto
Wished him five fathom under the Rialto.
There's nothing remarkable about it. All one has to do is hit the right keys at the right time and read more
There's nothing remarkable about it. All one has to do is hit the right keys at the right time and the instrument plays itself.
After silence, that which comes nearest to expressing the inexpressible is music.
After silence, that which comes nearest to expressing the inexpressible is music.
