Wherever You Are, I Am

Yet It Was Impossible For Me To Say To People, 'speak Louder, Shout, For I Am Deaf.' Ah, How Could I Possibly Admit An Infirmity In The One Sense Which Ought To Be More Perfect In Me Than Others, A Sense Which I Once Possessed In The Highest Perfection, A Perfection Such As Few In My Profession Enjoy Or Ever Have Enjoyed.

My Heart Is Full Of Many Things There Are Moments When I Feel That Speech Is Nothing After All.

The World Is A King, And Like A King, Desires Flattery In Return For Favor; But True Art Is Selfish And Perverse — It Will Not Submit To The Mold Of Flattery.

Oh Continue To Love Me, Never Misjudge The Most Faithful Heart Of Your Beloved. Ever Thine. Ever Mine. Ever Ours.

Only The Flint Of A Man's Mind Can Strike Fire In Music.