I am sad, like the hot dust on the streetsAnd the music of fresh fallen leavesCaught in a sliding summer breeze.

And I love Jane Austen’s use of language too–the way she takes her time to develop a phrase and gives it room to grow, so that these clever, complex statements form slowly and then bloom...

She sang, as requested. There was much about love in the ballad: faithful love that refused to abandon its object; love that disaster could not shake; love that, in calamity, waxed fonder, in poverty clung...

That will do extremely well, child. You have delighted us long enough. Let the other young ladies have time to exhibit.

You cannot taste a song but you can feel the tune relishing your heart where strings of music belong.

Music is a language that speaks to people emotions.