Music is a world within itself, with a language we all understand.

Heaven help the roses if the bombs begin to fall

You took me riding in your rocket gave me a starBut at a half a mile from heaven you dropped me backDown to this cold, cold world

Music, at its essence, is what gives us memories. And the longer a song has existed in our lives, the more memories we have of it.

Just because a man lacks the use of his eyes doesn't mean he lacks vision.

Oh, thank you love With all my heart and soul I thank you love Each day that comes and goes I thank you love I thank you 'cause you gave me true love

Kenny Burrell is a great musician and his music has helped to make me what I am today.

Music at its essence is what gives us memories.