The first morning of a new year… Light of commencement, hopes and dreams born in fireworks, thoughts of love for loved ones, wishes of good for those in whose soul Good speaks and Beauty sings… A new year’s ephemeral morning, with Bach’s eternal music…
“It may be that when the angels go about their task praising God, they play only Bach. I am sure, however, that when they are together en famille they play Mozart” (Karl Barth)
Leave a comment
No comments yet.