“Music needs room to breathe.”

“When it comes, you’ll be dreaming
that you don’t need to breathe;
that breathless silence is
the music of the dark
and it’s part of the rhythm
to vanish like a spark.”

“We breathe the light, we breathe the music, we breathe the moment as it passes through us.”

“Music was as natural as breathing in our house.”

“What art offers is space – a certain breathing room for the spirit.”

“You,” I said, “are sweet music in a distant room.”

“Help me, I can’t breathe, your ego is pushing all the air out of the room.”

“Bigger room, darling. Like I said, we need a bigger room.”

“I need you to breathe for me.”

“Smells, like music, hold memories. She breathed deep, and bottled it up for posterity.”