Where Words Fail, Music Speaks.

Don't Ask Me How I Am! I Understand Nothing More!

No, The Light Is Too Intense; We Do Not Yet Have Eyes That Can See All The Glory God Has Created. But Maybe Someday We Will Have Such Eyes. That Will Be The Most Wonderful Fairy Tale Of All, For We Ourselves Will Be Part Of It.

We Haven't Yet Got Eyes That Can Gaze Into All The Splendour That God Has Created, But We Shall Get Them One Day; And That Will Be The Finest Fairy Tale Of All, For We Shall Be In It Ourselves.

Well, Yes: People Write Poems When They Are In Love, But A Wise Man Will Not Print Them.

When The Bird Of The Heart Begins To Sing, Too Often Will Reason Stop Up Her Ears.