#music

Without music, life would be a mistake.

Life is a musical thing, and you were supposed to sing or to dance while the music was being played.

We thought of life by analogy with a journey, with a pilgrimage, which had a serious purpose at the end. But we missed the point the whole way along. It was a musical thing.

When you listen to music, you don't listen to get to the end of the song. The point of the song is the dancing.

In music, one does not make the end of a composition the point of the composition. If that were so, the best conductors would be those who played the quickest.

You are the music that is playing itself.

Silence is the great canvas on which the music of existence is painted.

You are the ears through which the universe listens to its own harmony.

Music fills the infinite between two souls.

The fish in the water is silent, the animal on the earth is noisy, the bird in the air is singing. But man has in him the silence of the sea, the noise of the earth and the music of the air.

The flute must be empty for the breath of the singer to create sweet music.

The greatest song is the one that echoes in the heart after the music ceases.

The quiet heart hears the music of the cosmos.

The body is a musical instrument with seven strings; when tuned to divine love, it plays the melody of eternal life.

Music expresses that which cannot be said and on which it is impossible to be silent.

Great music has the fewest notes; great form is without shape; the Dao hides in nameless stillness.

The musician may sing to you of the rhythm which is in all space, but he cannot give you the ear which arrests the rhythm nor the voice that echoes it.

Sing and dance together and be joyous, but let each one of you be alone, even as the strings of a lute are alone though they quiver with the same music.

Let your heart be like the singing flute that leaves no breath trapped inside.

When the musician touches the harp of devotion, even the angels in heaven lean down to listen.

The river sings its sweetest song when it flows over rough stones.

The harp of the heart only plays when the fingers of love pluck its strings.

When the rhythm of the drum changes, so must the steps of the dance.

Your heartbeat is the music of the universe.

Music gives a soul to the universe, wings to the mind, flight to the imagination, and life to everything.

Musical training is a more potent instrument than any other, because rhythm and harmony find their way into the inward places of the soul.

When I am silent, I fall into the place where everything is music.

All day and night, music, a quiet, bright reed-song. If it fades, we fade.