The one true comment on a piece of music is another piece of music.
What force is more potent than love?
There is music wherever there is rhythm, as there is life wherever there beats a pulse.
Art is the opposite of chaos. Art is organized chaos.
What I cannot follow are the manic-depressive fluctuations from total control to no control, from the serialization of all elements to chance.
To listen is an effort, and just to hear is no merit. A duck hears also.