Of music and soul


Mozart, Beethoven and Chopin never died

They simply became music

What a romantic idea that is

For something from within you to live beyond you

As if to snip a branch of your soul

Have it planted into the ground

So it blooms into something of such immense beauty

That it is nurtured and nourished by the hands of humanity

By the people it touches

By those who experience it

To simply become music… 

What a charming idea that is