Music is the cup that holds the wine of silence. Sound is that cup, but empty. Noise is that cup, but broken.
Tis sweet to listen as the night winds creep From leaf to leaf.
Hide me from day's garish eye, While the bee with honied thigh, That at her flowery work doth sing, And the waters murmuring With such consort as they keep, Entice the dewy-feathered sleep.
As long as I live, I'll hear waterfalls and birds and winds sing.
The place is very well and quiet and the children only scream in a low voice.
When I need to think of, like, a peaceful scene or something, I think of my back garden in summertime. And whenever I hear the lawnmower next door, I always think it's really peaceful.
Sound loves to revel in a summer night.
I don't even listen to music on the road, and if I did, it would be classical or whatever, something to chill me out.
Music alone with sudden charms can bind The wand'ring sense, and calm the troubled mind.
All the sounds of the earth are like music.
I actually prefer soothing music - and maybe that's the skater in me.
