Just as my fingers on these keys Make music, so the self-same sounds On my spirit make a music, too. Music is feeling, then, not sound; And thus it is that what I feel, Here in this room, desiring you, Thinking of your blue-shadowed silk, Is music.

The dress of a woman of Lhassa, in its place is an invisible element of that place made visible.

In the green water, clear and warm, Susanna lay. She searched The touch of springs, And found Concealed imaginings. She sighed, For so much melody.

There are men of the East, he said, who are the East. There are men of a province who are that province. There are men of a valley who are that valley.

Music is a means capable of expressing dark dramatism and pure rapture, suffering and ecstasy, fiery and cold fury, melancholy and wild merriment - and the sub…

My veins are afire with music, Her eyes have kissed me, my body is turned to light; I shall dream to her secret heart tonight...

There is in souls a sympathy with sounds; And as the mind is pitched the ear is pleased With melting airs or martial, brisk, or grave: Some chord in unison wit…