If You Look Too Closely At The

You Are As You Are, An Indescribable Message On The Air.

There Goes A River Dragging An Ocean Behind It.

The Fluteplayer Puts Breath Into A Flute, And Who Makes The Music? Not The Flute. The Fluteplayer!

And If One Of Our Instruments Breaks, It Doesn't Matter. We Have Fallen Into The Place Where Everything Is Music.

Love Is The Sea Where Intellect Drowns.