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Music is what feelings sound like.
Music is what feelings sound like.
Music arose with its voluptuous swell,
Soft eyes look'd love to eyes which spake again,
And all read more
Music arose with its voluptuous swell,
Soft eyes look'd love to eyes which spake again,
And all went merry as a marriage bell.
Classical music is the kind we keep thinking will turn into a tune.
Classical music is the kind we keep thinking will turn into a tune.
Music expresses that which cannot be said and on which it is impossible to be silent.
Music expresses that which cannot be said and on which it is impossible to be silent.
We dance for laughter, we dance for tears, we dance for madness, we dance for fears, we dance for hopes, read more
We dance for laughter, we dance for tears, we dance for madness, we dance for fears, we dance for hopes, we dance for screams, we are the dancers, we create the dreams.
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.
No two people on earth are alike, and it's got to be that way in music or it isn't music.
No two people on earth are alike, and it's got to be that way in music or it isn't music.
I listened, motionless and still; And, as I mounted up the hill, The music in my heart I bore, Long read more
I listened, motionless and still; And, as I mounted up the hill, The music in my heart I bore, Long after it was heard no more.
