Work, especially good work, becomes easy when desire has learnt to discipline itself.
That which cannot be expressed otherwise can only be told through music. A thought, which seems commonplace in its analysis, acquires a deeper sense in music.
With begging and scrambling we find very little, but with being true to ourselves we find a great deal more than we desire.
That which oppresses me, is it my soul trying to come out in the open, or the soul of the world knocking at my heart for its entrance?