aSongforCon
“The cloud-capp’d towers, the gorgeous palaces,
The solemn temples, the great globe itself,
Yea, all which it inherit, shall dissolve
And, like this insubstantial pageant faded,
Leave not a rack behind. We are such stuff
As dreams are made on, and our little life
Is rounded with a sleep.”
― William Shakespeare
Until we meet again ConTzu …. xx
Embers – Max Richter
“There’s little of the melancholy element in her: she is never sad but when she sleeps; and not ever sad then; for I have heard my daughter say, she hath often dreamt of unhappiness, and waked herself with laughing.”
Memories of you ConZu. Rest in Peace until we meet again x
“Give sorrow words; the grief that does not speak knits up the o-er wrought heart and bids it break.”
Love and Gratitude .. Eternally x
themusicologist 