My God, How Can Anyone Ever Be

My God, How Can Anyone Ever Be A Master Of Music?

There Are Only Twelve Tones And They Need To Be Treated Carefully.

People Who Make Music Together Cannot Be Enemies, At Least While The Music Lasts.

Your Task It Is, Amid Confusion, Rush, And Noise, To Grasp The Lasting, Calm And Meaningful, And Finding It Anew, To Hold And Treasure It.

Music Is Meaningless Noise Unless It Touches A Receiving Mind.