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Gayly the troubadour
Touched his guitar.
Gayly the troubadour
Touched his guitar.
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.
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.
Take a music bath once or twice a week for a few seasons, and you will find that it is read more
Take a music bath once or twice a week for a few seasons, and you will find that it is to the soul what the water bath is to the body.
Who hears music feels his solitude peopled at once.
Who hears music feels his solitude peopled at once.
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 doesn't lie. If there is something to be changed in this world, then it can only happen through music.rn
Music doesn't lie. If there is something to be changed in this world, then it can only happen through music.rn
Each song, you're telling a story and acting.
Each song, you're telling a story and acting.
