OF MUSIC

The enchanting voice of my beloved entered my heart. This is Music, for I heard her through the sighs of the One I loved, and through the words, half-uttered between her lips. With the eyes of my hearing I saw my beloved's heart.

MUSIC is the language of the spirit. Its melody is like the frolicsome breeze that makes the strings quiver with love. When the gentle fingers of music knock at the door of our feelings, they awaken memories that have long lain hidden in the depth of the past. The sad strains of music bring us mournful recollections; and her quiet strains bring us joyful memories. The sound strings makes us weep at the departure of a dear one, or makes us smile at the peace of God has bestowed upon us.

The soul of Music is the spirit, and her mind is of the heart.

When God created Man, he gave him Music as a language different from all other languages.

Our souls are like tender flowers at the mercy of the winds of destiny. They tremble in the morning breeze, and bend their heads under the falling dews of heaven.

Man with his understanding cannot know what the rain is saying when it falls upon the leaves of the trees or when it taps at the window panes. He cannot know what the breeze is saying to the flowers in the fields.

But the heart of man can feel and grasp the meaning of these sounds that play upon his feelings. Eternal wisdom often speaks to him in a mysterious language. Soul and nature converse together, while man stands speechless and bewildered.

O Music

In your depths we deposit our hearts and souls.

Thou hast taught us to see with our ears.

And hear with our hearts.