If The End Is Right,

Every Day A Little Death.

Math And Music Are Intimately Related. Not Necessarily On A Conscious Level, But Sure.

You Move Just A Finger, Say The Slightest Word, Something's Bound To Linger-be Heard.

They Wanted Me To Be A Concert Pianist, Because I Had A Very Good Right Hand, But My Left Hand's Terrible And I Hated Performing.

It's Pleasanter To Work In The Country, Where You Can Wander Out Among The Trees. But I Don't Get As Much Work Done. In The City You Don't Want To Leave The Room Because There's All That Chaos Going On.