The God of Music dwelleth out of doors.
All seasons through his minstrelsy we meet,
Breathing by field and covert haunting-sweet.

-- Edith M. Thomas

 

Love took up the harp of Life, and smote on all the chords with might;
Smote the chord of Self, that, trembling, passed in music out of sight.

-- Alfred, Lord Tennyson

 

You and I are part of the universal orchestra that produces this music of heaven.  We are musicians as well as instruments.  When the essence of the Tao flows through us, soundless tones emerge to form a transcendent song.  This song is the purest expression of the soul.

-- Derek Lin

 

Lightlier move the minutes edged with music.

-- Alfred, Lord Tennyson