Literature seems to be; music is.
The highest note is all we know of flight.
No one is too sick for Doctor Mozart.
A song returns to its theme as a grownup returns to his old home.
The distant voice lesson is not distant enough.
Musicians are careless because they don’t live in this dimension.
Good music furnishes even empty rooms.
For romance, a piano; for thrills, a band; for joy, a choir.
Classical implies Heaven; rock celebrates Earth and,
sometimes, Hell.
Love hears violins; sex hears drums.
Singers come and go, but the song is endless.