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
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,