Percy Bysshe Shelley 1792-1822 ~ Van Morrison 1945- ...Just Like Greta

Are we not formed as notes of music are, for one another, though dissimilar?

Albert Schweitzer 1875-1965 ~ The Beatles (Lennon/McCartney) ...The Sun King

He who does not reflect his life back to God in gratitude does not know himself.

John Fletcher 1579-1625 ~ Thievery Corporation (Rob Garza & Eric Hilton and many others) ...The Cosmic Game

Man is his own star; and the soul that can render an honest and a perfect man,
Commands all light, all influence, all fate; nothing to him falls early or too late.
Our acts our angels are, or good or ill, our fatal shadows that walk by us still.

Ralph Waldo Emerson 1803-1882 ~ Bob Dylan 1941- ...Gates Of Eden

THINK me not unkind and rude that I walk alone in grove and glen;
I go to the god of the wood to fetch his word to men.
Tax not my sloth that I fold my arms beside the brook;
Each cloud that floated in the sky writes a letter in my book.
Chide me not, laborious band, for the idle flowers I brought;
Every aster in my hand goes home loaded with a thought.
There was never mystery but ’tis figured in the flowers;
Was never secret history but birds tell it in the bowers.
One harvest from thy field homeward brought the oxen strong;
A second crop thine acres yield, which I gather in a song.

William Shakespeare 1564-1616 ~ George Harrison 1943-2001 ...I'd Have You Anytime

Doubt thou the stars are fire;
Doubt that the sun doth move;
Doubt truth to be a liar;
But never doubt I love.

Emily Dickinson 1830-1886 ~ Richard Rogers 1902-1979 & Oscar Hammerstein 1895-1960 ...You'll Never Walk Alone ~ Johnny Cash 1932-2003

Hope is the thing with feathers that perches in the soul,
And sings the tune without the words, and never stops at all,
And sweetest in the gale is heard; and sore must be the storm
That could abash the little bird that kept so many warm.
I've heard it in the chilliest land and on the strangest sea;
Yet, never, in extremity, it asked a crumb of me.

Hildegarde Of Bingen 1098-1179 ~ Tom Russell 1953- ...Nina Simone

There is the Music of Heaven in all things and we have forgotten how to hear it until we sing.