Anyone Who Loves Music Can Never Be

No One Really Understands The Grief Or Joy Of Another.

I Want You For Always...days, Years, Eternities.

Easy Mind, Light Heart. A Mind That Is Too Easy Hides A Heart That Is Too Heavy.

A Man Endures Misfortune Without Complaint.

Why Should The Composer Be More Guilty Than The Poet Who Warms To Fantasy By A Strange Flame, Making An Idea That Inspires Him The Subject Of His Own Very Different Treatment?