Vincent stared at the early evening sky.
Ludwig looked at his friend.
“why do we feel so alone, dear Ludwig, just look at this canvas, it bathes us, blankets us, and is filled with flashes of light” said Vincent. 109 more words
Dietrich Nikolaus Winkel (1777 – 1826)
For a musician time is important. You can dispense with melody or harmony but if rhythm goes out of the window then you are left with an unholy racket. 657 more words