| Author | Message | ||
     Rondall Rating: N/A |
Can't count the words I know, tho' I have learned to count on them. They sing to me in sweet melisma, convulse contort lips tongue cheeks distort, as I sing off key. The music buffers my malapropism, which is not so heir apparent in this cantata. But who has learned to sing, by being...silent? | ||
| Chris Hayden Rating: N/A |
Rondall: I like this piece. Good to hear from ya. Come back. |
