Music expresses that which cannot be said and on which it is impossible to be silent.
~Victor Hugo~


































Christina Rossetti (1830-1894)
Who has seen the wind?
Neither I nor you.
But when the leaves hang trembling,
The wind is passing through.
Who has seen the wind?
Neither you nor I.
But when the trees bow down their heads,
The wind is passing by.
Streamers samba.






