The Call Of Love Sounds Very Hollow

Destiny Smiles Upon Me But Without Making Me The Least Bit Happier.

I Am Hitting My Head Against The Walls, But The Walls Are Giving Way.

Spring Won't Let Me Stay In This House Any Longer! I Must Get Out And Breathe The Air Deeply Again.

It Is Strange How One Feels Drawn Forward Without Knowing At First Where One Is Going.

If A Composer Could Say What He Had To Say In Words He Would Not Bother Trying To Say It In Music.