MUSIC

Thank God there is "MUSIC" on earth. It is heavenly. I cannot imagine a world where we did not have music. It is the easiest way of self expression when all else fails. It could take me pages and pages to write about music and its essence in life but instead I will refer to a song of Alan Parsons Project, one of my favourite bands, "The Fall of the House Usher" from their album Tales of Mystery and Imagination. As you know, APP albums are mostly thematic and this one was based on the works of Edgar Allan Poe.


Shadows of shadows passing.
It is now 1831, and as always I am absorbed with a delicate thought.
It is how poetry has indefinite sensations, to which end music is inessential.
Since the comprehension of sweet sound is our most indefinite
conception, music, when combined with a pleasurable idea, is poetry.
Music without the idea is simply music.
Without music or an intriguing idea, colour becomes pallor, man becomes carcase,
home becomes catacomb, and the dead are but for a moment motionless.