I Wish To Sing Of My Interior

The Sound Of The Sea, The Curve Of A Horizon, Wind In Leaves, The Cry Of A Bird Leave Manifold Impression In Us. And Suddenly, Without Our Wishing It At All, One Of These Memories Spills From Us And Finds Expression In Musical Language...i Want To Sing My Interior Landscape With The Simple Artlessness Of A Child.

The Trouble With The Opera Is There's Always To Much Singing.

Peter Townsend Music Is The Silence Between The Notes.. So Could It Be Said That Dance Is The Stillness Between The Steps?

There Is Nothing More Musical Than A Sunset.

How Much Has To Be Explored And Discarded Before Reaching The Naked Flesh Of Feeling.