Loveliest of lovely things are they, On earth, that soonest pass away. The rose that lives its little hour Is prized beyond the sculptured flower.

And the blue gentian flower, that, in the breeze, Nods lonely, of her beauteous race the last.

Thou unrelenting Past! Strong are the barriers round thy dark domain, And fetters, sure and fast, Hold all that enter thy unbreathing reign.

Weep not that the world changes-did it keep A stable, changeless state, 'twere cause indeed to weep.

Maybe that's what life is... a wink of the eye and winking stars.

Estas que fueron pompa y alegria despertando al albor de la manana, a la tarde seran lastima vana durmiendo en brazos de la noche fria.

'My own mystic bent leads me to believe that musical variations, collage, reiteration and process, or evolution, are beautiful. Life is worth living and beauty…