After Rossini Dies, Who Will Be There

This Is Not A Brook [bach Means "brook" In German], It's An Ocean.

Art! Who Comprehends Her? With Whom Can One Consult Concerning This Great Goddess?

The Vibrations On The Air Are The Breath Of God Speaking To Man's Soul. Music Is The Language Of God. We Musicians Are As Close To God As Man Can Be. We Hear His Voice, We Read His Lips, We Give Birth To The Children Of God, Who Sing His Praise. That's What Musicians Are.

I Wish You Music To Help With The Burdens Of Life ,and To Help You Release Your Happiness To Others.

From The Glow Of Enthusiasm I Let The Melody Escape. I Pursue It. Breathless I Catch Up With It. It Flies Again, It Disappears, It Plunges Into A Chaos Of Diverse Emotions. I Catch It Again, I Seize It, I Embrace It With Delight... I Multiply It By Modulations, And At Last I Triumph In The First Theme. There Is The Whole Symphony.