Tomorrow, and tomorrow, and tomorrow
Creeps in this petty pace from day to day,
To the last syllable of recorded time;
And all our yesterdays have lighted fools
The way to dusty death. Out, out brief candle!
Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player
That struts and frets his hour upon the stage
And then is heard no more: it is a tale
Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury,
Signifying nothing.
-- Macbeth, Act 5, Scene 5
My mother could play this...she took piano for years. We loved when she'd play The Boogie Woogie...lol
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Donna
Perfect for May Day!
ReplyDeleteWOW! That sure is a whole lot of pretty!
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ReplyDeleteOh my. So beautiful. Love the music and spring. Wow.
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I loved that - thanks for sharing!
ReplyDeleteThat was lovely, thank you for sharing. Have a great weekend.
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