When words fail music speaks.

Music is the moonlight in the gloomy night of life.

I love the way music inside a car makes you feel invisible; if you play the stereo at max volume, it's almost like the other people can't see into your vehicle. It tints your windows, somehow.

Music acts like a magic key, to which the most tightly closed heart opens.

Music is the language of the spirit. It opens the secret of life bringing peace, abolishing strife.

Music is the wine that fills the cup of silence.