Like everything else in nature, music is a becoming,
and it becomes its full self, when its sounds and
laws are used by intelligent man for the production
of harmony, and so made the vehicle of emotion and thought.
Words are poor interpreters in the realms of emotion.
When all words end, music begins; when they suggest,
it realizes; and hence is the secret of its strange,
H. R. Haweis
It is the stretched soul that makes music, and souls
are stretched by the pull of opposites --opposite bents,
tastes, yearnings, loyalties. Where there is no polarity
where energies flow smoothly in one direction --
there will be much doing but no music.