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@ 10. Sep 2007 – 14:23:15
Roger Quilter/Percy Bysshe Shelley
"Music, Where Soft Voices Die"
Music where soft voices die,
Vibrates in the memory --
Odours, when sweet violets sicken,
Live within the sense they quicken.
Rose leaves, when the rose is dead,
Are heap'd for the beloved's bed;
And so thy thoughts, when thou art gone,
Love itself shall slumber on.
win3xp
Yes. It is, truly.
The words, the song, the voice and the discipline to use it as she does here. A splendid artist, a great friend and colleague.
Thankfully, she left us a fine recorded legacy, a reflection of her art. This is from her "Love Songs" CD, one of my all-time favorites.
Few care about songs these days, unless they do. 
I'm glad you liked this one.
Best, lonemum -- and to Tinks, also.
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lovely words....lovely voice...must be amazing to be able to sing like that.....