Your body is the harp of the soul.
And let the winds of the heavens dance between you.
God created music as a common language for all men. It inspires the poets, the composers and the architects. It lures us to search our souls for the meaning of the mysteries described in ancient books.
I would not exchange the laughter of my heart for the fortunes of the multitudes.
Like the seeds dreaming beneath the snow your heart dreams of spring.
Am I a harp that the hand of the mighty may touch me, or a flute that his breath may pass through me? A seeker of silences am I, and what treasure have I found in silences that I may dispense with confidence?