| Wesley Wyndham-Pryce ( @ 2004-02-05 10:38:00 |
| Current mood: | crushed |
| Current music: | Gorecki, "Sym. No. 3" (Upshaw/London Symphonietta) |
Music, when soft voices die,
Vibrates in the memory--
Odours, when sweet violets sicken,
Live within the sense they quicken.
Rose leaves, when the rose is dead,
Are heaped for the beloved's bed;
And so thy thoughts, when thou art gone,
Love itself shall slumber on.
--Percy Bysshe Shelley
crushed