Let Your Deafness No Longer Be A

You Ask Me Where I Get My Ideas. That I Cannot Tell You With Certainty. They Come Unsummoned, Directly, Indirectly - I Could Seize Them With My Hands - Out In The Open Air, In The Woods, While Walking, In The Silence Of The Nights, At Dawn, Excited By Moods Which Are Translated By The Poet Into Words, By Me Into Tones That Sound And Roar And Storm About Me Till I Have Set Them Down In Notes.

Ever Thine, Ever Mine, Ever Ours

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

Music Should Strike Fire From The Heart Of Man, And Bring Tears From The Eyes Of Woman.

Don't Only Practice Your Art, But Force Your Way Into Its Secrets; Art Deserves That, For It And Knowledge Can Raise Man To The Divine.