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...
You cannot taste a song but you can feel the tune relishing your heart where strings of music belong.
I am sad, like the hot dust on the streetsAnd the music of fresh fallen leavesCaught in a sliding summer breeze.
Music is what our soul sounds like when it sings.
Music is a language that speaks to people emotions.