Breath On My LipsHeaven Kindled Breath of Life, that Toils to Wrest itself from my Lips, Trembling, Quickly, in Agony departing!Breath On My Lips
End, O' End! the Battle, Nature! let me Gently, Upwards, Float and Silently Vanish!
My Kindred Spirits, whisper to me: "Brother-Soul, come to rest!"
What draws me Gently hence, What threatens to deprive me, my very Sense and Breath? Leaving my Blood Cold, and my Breath Still?
Tell me, My Soul! Is it Death?
The World Vanishes, it is no more, all around me an Angelic Choir!
In the dawn of day I Fina
My Dear Music...My Music, My Love, My Great Source of Strength, to Whom I owe so much credit, to which I give so much time, The outlet of my anger, The Expression of my Love, The Rock upon which I stand. The Pillar on whom I Lean. The notes are my Choices, The staves are my life.My Dear Music...
To Whom I owe so much credit, My great source of strength, My Love, My Music.
Bad Day
Pain
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I never use a score when conducting my orchestra... does a Lion Tamer take a book on Lion taming into the cage with him?
- Stokowski
Take care of yourself,
Lisa
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...man delights not me: No, nor woman neither ~ Hamlet II ii 322: Asexuality
Fibromyalgia Syndrome , as painful as it sounds.
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