'... Thy note--it is silent, thy song--it is hushed, No more shall thy music entrance or enthral, The music that like the blue rivulet gushed, A finger of terror has silenced it all.
When far through the cloisters the anthem was stealing, Thy heart was ablaze with a heavenly ray-- When thy organ was softly and tenderly pealing, Or the bass of thy bourdon was rolling away.
Thy vespers were sweet and thy exquisite numbers Swelled gently and hung on the tremulous air, And, light as the prayer before infancy's slumbers, Ascended on high--thou hast followed them there...'
Just a small part of the beautiful poem 'the Musician's Grave' by the late Lennox Amott.
I am incredibly appreciative for the DD, and quite honestly, shocked! It is a wonderful feeling to see so many people find something beautiful and personal in my art, and this is a perfect example of that. I want to say a giant Thank You to all the wonderfully well thought comments and support from all of the talented artists' who took the time to give voice to this portrait.
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Everybody dies but not all truely live, make the most of wat you have ^o^
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"Enjoy every sandwich"- Warren Zevon
well done
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"One should never criticize his own work except in a fresh and hopeful mood. The self-criticism of a tired mind is suicide."
~Charles Horton Cooley
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"One should never criticize his own work except in a fresh and hopeful mood. The self-criticism of a tired mind is suicide."
~Charles Horton Cooley
My Stock Account: [link]
Thank you a lot!
- Sam Cold
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