After Rossini Dies, Who Will Be There

Let Your Deafness No Longer Be A Secret - Even In Art.

How Glad I Am To Be Able To Roam In The Wood And Thicket, Among Trees And Flowers And Rocks ... In The Country, Every Tree Seems To Speak To Me, Saying, "holy! Holy", In The Woods, There Is Enchantment Which Expresses All Things.

Love Demands All, And Has A Right To All.

What I Have In My Heart And Soul - Must Find A Way Out. That's The Reason For Music.

I Can Do Nothing But Think Of You... What Have You Done To Me? Can't You Remove The Spell You Have Cast Over Me?