Kushe Sunday

Music, once admitted to the soul, becomes a sort of spirit and never dies. When I hear music, I fear no danger. I am invulnerable. I see no foe. I am related to the earliest of times, and to the latest. Music is a proud, temperamental mistress. Give her the time and attention she deserves, and she is yours. Slight her and there will come a day when you call and she will not answer. So I began sleeping less to give her the time she needed.