Wednesday, June 3, 2009

Music

Music washes away from the soul the dust of everyday life.

A painter paints pictures on canvas. But musicians paint their pictures on silence.

All deep things are song. It seems somehow the very central essence of us, song; as if all the rest were but wrappages and hulls!

If a composer could say what he had to say in words he would not bother trying to say it in music.

Music is what feelings sound like.

If in the after life there is not music, we will have to import it.

I have my own particular sorrows, loves, delights; and you have yours. But sorrow, gladness, yearning, hope, love, belong to all of us, in all times and in all places. Music is the only means whereby we feel these emotions in their universality.

Music is the wine that fills the cup of silence.

You can't possibly hear the last movement of Beethoven's Seventh and go slow. - Oscar Levant, explaining his way out of a speeding ticket

Music expresses feeling and thought, without language; it was below and before speech, and it is above and beyond all words.

Music is love in search of a word.

5 comments:

Jinxed Pixie said...

i love music!

uglyduckling91 said...

Loved the post. =D

I'll sing about it. =D

VJ Sophie said...

@ Pixie : Me too!

@ uglyduckling91 : Thanku thanku! :)

AD said...

lovely!

for me music is love with the soul :)

but somehow I can agree with you too!

VJ Sophie said...

hmmm