WHEN YOUR LIFE IS DICTATED BY MUSIC SILENCE MEANS DEATH

Shadows, of shadows passing, It is now 1831, and as always, I am absorbed with a delicate thought; It is how poetry has indefinite sensations, to which end music is an essential; Since the comprehension of sweet sound is our most indefinite conception; Music, when combined with a pleasurable idea, is poetry; Music, without the idea, is simply music; Without music, or an intriguing idea, color becomes pallor; Man becomes carcass; Home becomes catacomb; The dead, are but for a moment, motionless... THE FALL OF THE HOUSE OF USHER