If the art of an artist is the song of his life, a grave of sad melody, I must have sounded the note of gaiety in color.

There's always that song that brings you back to the past. That makes you pause in the middle of what you're doing just so you could hear it clearly. The words bringing you back to a time that seemed nearly impossible, the words making you think for one moment that time itself has actually stopped. And there's nothing but you & perfect melody that brings you one step closer to what used to be.

Dance is the place that you visit to remove any anxiety while moving to your favorite melody.

I revere the word of God for I love its poetic force. I loathe the word of God for I hate its cruelty. The love is a difficult love for it must incessantly separate the luminosity of the words and the violent verbal subjugation by a complacent God. The hatred is a difficult hatred for how can you allow yourself to hate words that are part of the melody of life in this part of the world? Words that taught us early on what reverence is?

Music is a mixed mathematical science that concerns the origens, attributes, and distinctions of sound, out of which a cultivated and lovely melody and harmony are made, so that God is honored and praised but mankind is moved to devotion, virtue, joy, and sorrow.

Life is like a beautiful melody, only the lyrics are messed up.

If conversation was the lyrics, laughter was the music, making time spent together a melody that could be replayed over and over without getting stale.

The writing of a melody is an emotional moment success doesn't make it easy.

Any kind of anthemic song for the most part they're on the positive side of things. It's not hard to identify when a melody is just one degree too complicated or one degree too simple and where that line of pop memorability lies.

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

I realised a long time ago that instrumental music speaks a lot more clearly than English Spanish Yiddish Swahili any other language. Pure melody goes outside time.

The principle of the endless melody is the perpetual becoming of a music that never had any reason for starting any more than it has any reason for ending.

Music is the melody whose text is the world.

I would go visit my mom on Sundays and my brother was working on stuff. I'd go in there and sing a little melody then we started working with words and the next thing you know it was just born organically without really trying.

Asking the author of historical novels to teach you about history is like expecting the composer of a melody to provide answers about radio transmission.

They were singing in French but the melody was freedom and any American could understand that.

Jazz took too much discipline. You have to come in at the right place which is different than me singing the blues where I can sing 'Oh baby ' if there's a pause in the melody. With jazz you better leave that space open or put in something real cool.