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)