Beethoven’s Practice

How happy I am to be able to wander among bushes and herbs, under trees and over rocks. no man can love the country as I love it. Woods trees and rocks send back the echo that man desires. Ludvig Von Beethoven, the Man and the Artist As Revealed in his own Words.

Wandering

When you were a wandering desire in the mist, I too was there, a wandering desire. Then we sought one another, and out of our eagerness, dreams were born. And dreams were timeless, and dreams were infinite space without measure. The Forerunner, by Kahlil Gibran