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The musician who always plays on the same string is laughed at.
The musician who always plays on the same string is laughed at.
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.
Music is the wine that fills the cup of silence.
Music is the wine that fills the cup of silence.
Life is a song. Love is the music.
Life is a song. Love is the music.
There's music in the sighing of a reed;
There's music in the gushing of a rill;
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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.
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 is love in search of a word.
Music is love in search of a word.
Music is the divine way to tell beautiful, poetic things to the heart.
Music is the divine way to tell beautiful, poetic things to the heart.
