Can You Think Of Anything

The Best Of Mozart's Works Cannot Be Even Slightly Rewritten Without Diminishment.

What Use, After All, Is Man, If Not To Teach God His Lessons?

If London Is A Watercolor, New York Is An Oil Painting.

All I Ever Wanted Was To Sing To God. He Gave Me That Longing And Then Made Me Mute.

What Was Evident Was That Mozart Was Simply Transcribing Music Completely Finished In His Head. And Finished As Most Music Is Never Finished. Displace One Note And There Would Be Diminishment. Displace One Phrase And Structure Would Fall. I Was Staring Through The Cage Of Those Meticulous Ink Strokes At Absolute Beauty.