Music: SNQuotes 6/10/12

I attended my daughters final high school voice recital yesterday. Bittersweet. Like the last Little League game your kids will ever play, or the last high school event. The celebration of “lasts” rides the twin rails of joy and sorrow.  It was a great  “last” recital for her and now she will transition into a different musical journey as she will be attending Seattle Pacific University this Fall. Her first song was a gorgeous Italian Aria. Her Italian was great, but what wowed me was her tone as it created and released something “other.” Her other piece was her own styling on Somewhere Over The Rainbow which was fun, happy and sad all at the same time. Both songs passed from technical notes and spaces into music.

I also enjoyed how much fun she had with the songs. Some musicians attack songs as if they were a enemy to defeat, while others enter into the rhythm of the music, dance with the notes, experience the nuances and quibbles as they would distraction in life, and the result is music.

I have heard technically perfect performers tear up a chart, but there was no -music-. I have also heard musicians play so simple with no technical wows yet the musicality left me breathless.

I hope my daughter Emma continues to sing and engage in music as I believe it expands the soul.

Here are some quotes and thoughts about music…enjoy!



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

I don’t care much about music. What I like is sounds.  ~Dizzy Gillespie

I think music in itself is healing. It’s an explosive expression of humanity. It’s something we are all touched by. No matter what culture we’re from, everyone loves music.  ~Billy Joel

If music be the food of love, play on.  ~William Shakespeare

If you look deep enough you will see music; the heart of nature being everywhere music.
~Thomas Carlyle

Music can change the world because it can change people.  ~Bono

Music expresses that which cannot be said and on which it is impossible to be silent.
~Victor Hugo

Music in the soul can be heard by the universe.  ~Lao Tzu

Music is a moral law. It gives soul to the universe, wings to the mind, flight to the imagination, and charm and gaiety to life and to everything.  ~Plato

Music is everybody’s possession. It’s only publishers who think that people own it.  ~John Lennon

After silence, that which comes nearest to expressing the inexpressible is music.  ~Aldous Huxley

If I were not a physicist, I would probably be a musician. I often think in music. I live my daydreams in music. I see my life in terms of music.  ~Albert Einstein

If I should ever die, God forbid, let this be my epitaph:
~Kurt Vonnegut

A man should hear a little music, read a little poetry, and see a fine picture every day of his life, in order that worldly cares may not obliterate the sense of the beautiful which God has implanted in the human soul.  ~ Johann Wolfgang von Goethe

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

If the King loves music, it is well with the land.  ~Mencius

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 LongfellowThe Day Is Done

Music was my refuge.  I could crawl into the space between the notes and curl my back to loneliness.  ~Maya Angelou

He who sings scares away his woes.  ~Cervantes

There is nothing in the world so much like prayer as music is.  ~William P. Merrill

Music is the mediator between the spiritual and the sensual life.  ~Ludwig van Beethoven

To The Secret Rose: Yeats

51Z3J68X8NL._SL500_AA300_ The sun is extremely hot today, filling the air with healing vitamin D and purging the body of all the water I have been retaining…so when I stole away a moment, I allowed my mind to find a cooler spot and absorb some words of William Butler Yeats. The poem/verse that arrested my scanning mind, wondering what to ponder over, was titled To The Secret Rose. Let me encourage you to find a quite space and read his words with your heart…



To The Secret Rose

Far-off, most secret, and inviolate Rose,
Enfold me in my hour of hours; where those
Who sought thee in the Holy Sepulchre,
Or in the wine-vat, dwell beyond the stir
And tumult of defeated dreams; and deep
Among pale eyelids, heavy with the sleep
Men have named beauty. Thy great leaves enfold
The ancient beards, the helms of ruby and gold
Of the crowned Magi; and the king whose eyes
Saw the pierced Hands and Rood of elder rise
In druid vapour and make the torches dim;
Till vain frenzy awoke and he died; and him
Who met Fand walking among flaming dew
By a grey shore where the wind never blew,
And lost the world and Emir for a kiss;
And him who drove the gods out of their liss,
And till a hundred morns had flowered red
Feasted, and wept the barrows of his dead;
And the proud dreaming king who flung the crown
And sorrow away, and calling bard and clown
Dwelt among wine-stained wanderers in deep woods:
And him who sold tillage, and house, and goods,
And sought through lands and islands numberless years,
Until he found, with laughter and with tears,
A woman of so shining loveliness
That men threshed corn at midnight by a tress,
A little stolen tress. I, too, await
The hour of thy great wind of love and hate.
When shall the stars be blown about the sky,
Like the sparks blown out of a smithy, and die?
Surely thine hour has come, thy great wind blows,
Far-off, most secret, and inviolate Rose?