Saturday, April 29, 2017

By the sweet power of music: therefore the poet
did feign that Orpheus drew trees, stones and floods;
since nought so stockish, hard and full of rage,
but music for the time doth change his nature.
The man that hath no music in himself, nor is not moved with concord of sweet sounds,
is fit for treasons, stratagems and spoils;
The motions of his spirit are dull as night
and his affections dark as Erebus:
Let no such man be trusted. Mark the music.

-- William Shakespeare, The Merchant of Venice

Saturday, April 22, 2017

Music is a holy place, a cathedral so majestic that we can sense the magnificence of the universe.

-- Don Campbell

Saturday, April 15, 2017

As in music, when we hear the crescendo building, suddenly if the music stops, we begin to hear the silence as part of the music.

-- Chogyam Trungpa

Saturday, April 8, 2017

Music resembles poetry, in each
Are nameless graces which no methods teach,
And which a master hand alone can reach.

-- Alexander Pope

Saturday, April 1, 2017

The music echoes in the emptiness. It reminds us where we came from and where we’re bound.

-- David Mutti Clark