...by a thousand-tongued accompaniment twittering from a myriad of branches and from the heights of the air."

...When the music of late evening has sunk to a violet, dusky pianissimo, so delicate that it lengthens into a brief rest, then the first violin awakens with a soft, high cadence in which the cello soon joins, and this inwardly perceived tone picture is supported outwardly...

great data. and thanks for all you do.

thank you.

thank you Mark. onward.

Good morning, Matthew. I always imagine eternal spring or autumn. 💙🦋

“The soul throbs like the sea for a larger life. No thought which I have ever had has satisfied my soul.”