Music has a poetry of its own, and that poetry is called melody.

His music was direct from his heart and brain in the purest form possible.

The aggravated agony of depression is terrifying, and elation, its nonidentical twin sister, is even more terrifying-attractive as she may be for a moment. You are grandiose beyond the reality of your creativity.

I would be going until I went over the bounds of reality and was then caught up in a profound wish to be dead without having to go through the shaming defeat of suicide.

If I had my life to live over again, I would have made a rule to read some poetry and listen to some music at least once a week.

It is as impossible to translate poetry as it is to translate music.