Monday, September 10, 2012

Poetry of the Air

I hear violin music upstairs.

I hear a guitar in the next room.

I see a cello, which begs to be played 
before my lesson tomorrow.

I love a home filled with music. 

Music washes away from the soul the dust of everyday life.  ~Berthold Auerbach

A painter paints pictures on canvas.  But musicians paint their pictures on silence.  ~Leopold Stokowski

And the night shall be filled with music,
And the cares that infest the day
Shall fold their tents like the Arabs
And as silently steal away.
~Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, The Day Is Done


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