“Harper, your song has a sorrowful sound,Though the tune was written as gay.Your voice is sad and your hands are slowAnd your eye meeting mine turns away.”
“When you’re sad you need to hear your sorrow structured into sound.”
“Harper, treat your words with careFor they may cause joy or despairSing your songs of health and loveOf dragons flaming from above”
“Have you ever closed your eyes and listened to the sound of your own mother's voice?”
“I want to wake up every day I have left to the warmth of your lips on mine, the sound of your voice singing next to me, the feel of your fingers on my skin and your heart beating music with mine.”
“A choir is made up of many voices, including yours and mine. If one by one all go silent then all that will be left are the soloists.Don’t let a loud few determine the nature of the sound. It makes for poor harmony and diminishes the song.”