A composer never dies while the melodies of their existence still play, nor while the amusement and sorrows stills in veins of listeners, nor when the vibrations are still assembled. Music has no deaths, Gods of it, are remembered through it, from the everlastingness. As long as we continue to listen to voices, I still cling they will never be forgotten, I can sense them in my inexistent soul. Music is the infinite source of universal pleasure. Our bodies may fall apart but the essence music emits will never fade. Endlessness.
A. Salvatore












