Sound unbound by nature becomes bounded by art.

Since there is no real silence, Silence will contain all the sounds, All the words, all the languages, All knowledge, all memory.

There is no competition of sounds between a nightingale and a violin.

In every sound, the hidden silence sleeps.

In an endless silence even screams sound silent.

A versifier’s poem is born by the sound; a poet’s sound is born by the poem.

A versifier arranges sounds; a poet arranges meaning in the sounds.

To a versifier, sounds are the means and the aim; a poet travels toward the aim using sounds.

A versifier passes through the sound; sounds go through a poet.