Dolphins have a series of different ways of communicating +
A pot of boiling water stood over the open flame +
The sound I created was a sound +
Hush-hush, the bare pine whisper +
When I was ten, my parents decided it was time for me to learn an instrument +
Once upon a time, Sound and Music were made. +
I am not able to walk in heels +
You can’t define music yourself. +
The song of the birds is calling us +
What is music? To many, it is inspiring. +
When you walk into my house, you can hear a ticking sound. +
Shell, shell, little shell +
Birds fly, twitter, twitter, fly +
Just then when we were in the +
Today, the eleventh of March, I awoke to feel my bedroom shaking. +
Crunching of snow under my feet, +
There’s sand at the bottom +
Through August 1914 Martha sat, dying. Many people visited her in that last month, and she watched, and listened from behind bars. +
And at last, I see the sky +
Tap. Tap. Tap. Tap. Tap. +
Plowing over tornado alley +
Bop, bing, jingle, jangle, +
Music is what makes me want to spread my wings to fly +
If the olive tree could speak, the stories it could tell, +
