Beethoven

May the music of nature sing to you

softly in the whispering of the wind ...
sweetly in the melodies of the songbird ...
peacefully in the rustling of the leaves ... and,
lovingly in ways that touch your heart.

In the country it seems as if every tree said to me "Holy! Holy!"
Who can give complete expression to the ecstasy of the woods!
O, the sweet stillness of the woods!

Music is more than a concord of sweet sounds, it is something from a higher world which we have power to invoke.

The one who understands my music can never know unhappiness again.