melody

If movements were a spark every dancer would desire to light up in flames.

If life was a piano light and darkness would be the keys. And shadows would be the melody that creates the harmony.

Show me a person who found love in his life and did not celebrate it with a dance.

Words are weapons stronger than he knows. And songs are even greater. The words wake the mind. The melody wakes the heart.

Maybe she knew some day it would become my job. My job to complete the melody she had begun.

If, while at the piano, you attempt to form little melodies, that is very well; but if they come into your mind of themselves, when you are not practising, you may be still more pleased; for the internal organ of music is then roused in you. The fingers must do what the head desires; not the contrary.

Melody is the essence of music. I compare a good melodist to a fine racer, and counterpointists to hack post-horses; therefore be advised, let well alone and remember the old Italian proverb: Chi sa più, meno sa__ho knows most, knows least.

To be happy to be sad and sad to be happy is to sing an echo in that beautiful language called Sorrow.

Life is not a battle to win but a melody to sing.

I find peace where the sun kissed leaves dance in the melody of the cool breeze that floats through the air.

Just take my hand, lead, dance with me...and I will simply follow the blueness of the water, the white waves rolling free...where the earth beneath my feet and stars make my heart whole again...in long and priceless moments of shared solitude...

The Art of Muses is the Bridge of Feeling.

Life is a living flute, yoga is the art of creating melody and rhythm in it.

I love you beyond paint, beyond melodies, beyond words. And I hope you will always feel that, even when I'm not around to tell you so.

Love is the sweetest melody of the soul and anything can be catalyst for that.

Life is a song made of the musical rhythm of the body, words of the mind and the melodious silence of the soul.

In my heaven sweet melodies of the skies ripple pool of the sea playing sweet song to me, sharing tales of the past, blending with mine as mirage, painting new...I breathe in, am in love and alive...

...and you will hold me with your wondering eyes in the serenity of purest mind at the dreams edge of my quiet golden shores accompanied by the melodies of emerald blue rippling waves where I will always remain voicing harmony in the over the rainbow soothing memories of your heart...