• Very quietly I take my leave
    As quietly as I came here;
    Quietly I wave good-bye
    To the rosy clouds in the western sky.
    The golden willows by the riverside
    Are young brides in the setting sun;
    Their reflections on the...
  • 2009-03-22

    The Language of Music - [Music]

    A painter hangs his or her finished pictures on a wall, and everyone can see it. A composer writes a work, but no one can hear it until it is performed. Professional singers and players have great responsibilities, for the composer is utterly dependent...