It is the waterfall flowing through the desert, the mother, the offspring, the ointment, the foot and hand of the wind. Music is every wondrous canyon in a miracle s dream. Music is evolution, the seed of change. Music existed and exists with or without human beings. No race invented music.
Music is a form of energy, like the sun.
Music is the voice through which spirits speak, using a language that is beyond words, a music that is beyond notes. Music informs us with a reality that is scented with the eternal. Music is the tireless swan knitting landscapes of hope. Music is the cry of life and death at birth and conception, the heart beat, the pulse, the healer and the healed, the color portrait, the magical stone and the magical mists living side by side. Music is dance and the dancer.