Spring Won't Let Me Stay In This

Behind Me The Branches Of A Wasted And Sterile Existence Are Cracking.

We All Return. It Is This Certainty That Gives Meaning To Life And It Does Not Make The Slightest Difference Whether Or Not In A Later Incarnation We Remember The Former Life. What Counts Is Not The Individual And His Comfort, But The Great Aspiration To The Perfect And The Pure Which Goes On In Each Incarnation.

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

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

Melodic Invention Is One Of The Surest Signs Of A Divine Gift.