The words come. Usually, it's a long time before they come. And then when they start to come, it doesn't take so long for it to be finished. It takes a long time to begin. And then it sort of gets finished.
Maybe I think too much for my own good.
These are the days of miracle and wonder.
People talking without speaking,/ People listening without hearing...Sounds of Silence.
My life so common it disappears and sometimes even music cannot substitute for tears.
Lord, I am a surgeon and music is my knife. It cuts away my sorrow and purifies my life.