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My wife and I
enjoy classic music in general and vocal music in particular. There is a Chinese writing on the wall in our living room.
It says: Every echo is a song Every sound is music
In early 1980s I wrote a Chinese poem in a classical style
even though I was not sure of its cadence. The translation is shown below. Mist dims the fragrance of flowers. Longing for you already infuses parting sorrow. Your hands will be cold at dusk, I wonderho would be there to warm them for you? Later I added
a melody to the poem and my wife, Isabel, composed the accompaniment. Here is
her rendition.
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