Don’t stand at my grave and weep. I am not there. I do not sleep.
I am a thousand winds that blow.
I am the diamond glint on snow.
I am the sunlight on ripened grain.
I am the gentle autumn rain.
And when you awaken in the morning’s hush,
I am the swift uplifting rush of quiet birds in circled flight.
I am the soft stars that shine at night.
Do not stand at my grave and cry.
I am not here.
I did not die.
– Author unknown.
“True music, real music, great music, is something that is beyond your world, and springs from the spiritual aspect of man: the realization of the greatness and the oneness with God. Great music is something that is really born in the spirit and is reproduced, perhaps very badly, in your world.”
- The ghost of Frédérique Chopin
- (as recorded by voice-medium Leslie Flint. London, 1959)